Didn’t Understand Quakerese
There was a queer scene at the home of a Quaker family living in Philadelphia. The lady of the house had advertised for a servant girl, and a promising one, lately arrived, applied.
“Whin do ye have your washin’ done?” asked the girl.
“We would wish to have thee do it every Second-day,” answered the Quakeress.
“Ivery second day? May the saints presarve us! Sure it’s not meself that will wash for ye ivery other day in the week!” said the girl, as she took her departure.