Miss Taggart was not very friendly with Mrs. Poulter and Mr.
Goacher, and despised Mrs. Mudge because she was low-bred. Miss
Everard Miss Taggart dreaded, and accused her of being vicious and
spiteful.
It was still early in December, but the lodgers in Russell House who
had nothing to do--that is to say all of them excepting Miss
Everard--were making plans for Christmas. They always thought a
long time beforehand of what was going to happen. On Tuesday
morning they began to anticipate Sunday, and when the Sunday
afternoon wore away slowly and drearily, they looked forward to the
excitement of omnibuses and butchers' carts on Monday. A little
more than a fortnight before Christmas, on Sunday at early dinner, a
leg of mutton was provided. Mrs. Poulter always sat at the head of
the table and carved. This was the position she occupied when Mr.
Goacher came, and she did not offer to resign it. Mrs. Mudge was
helped first, but it was towards the knuckle and she had no fat.
'Thank you, Mrs. Poulter, but will you please give me a piece of
fat?'
Mrs.
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