Book Excerptisions of hot summer evenings come back, with Uncle Tom, in his seersucker coat, with his green watering-pot, bending over thebeds, and Aunt Mary seated upright in her chair, looking up from herknitting with a loving eye.Behind the lattice, on these summer evenings, stands the militant figureof that old retainer, Bridget the cook, her stout arms akimbo, ready toengage in vigorous banter should Honora deign to approach."Whisht, 'Nora darlint, it's a young lady yell be soon, and the beaux a-comin' 'round!" she would cry, and throw back her head and laugh untilthe tears were in her eyes.And the princess, a slim figure in an immaculate linen frock with redribbons which Aunt Mary had copied from Longstreth's London catalogue, would reply with dignity: "Bridget, I wish you would try to remember that my name is Honora."Another spasm of laughter from Bridget."Listen to that now!" she would cry to another ancient retainer, MaryAnn, the housemaid, whose kitchen chair was tilted up againstRead M