So we answered some advertisements, and there was no lack of them in the papers, and three agents came to see us, but we did not seem to have any luck.  Each of them had a house to let which ought to have suited us, according to their descriptions, and although we found the prices a good deal higher than we expected, Jone said he wasn’t going to be stopped by that, because it was only for a little while and for the sake of experience—­and experience, as all the poets, and a good many of the prose writers besides, tell us, is always dear.  But after the agents went away, saying they would communicate with us in the morning, we never heard anything more from them, and we had to begin all over again.  There was something the matter, Jone and I both agreed on that, but we didn’t know what it was.  But I waked up in the night and thought about this thing for a whole hour, and in the morning I had an idea.

“Jone,” said I, when we was eating breakfast, “it’s as plain as A B C that those agents don’t want us for tenants, and it isn’t because they think we are not to be trusted, for we’d have to pay in advance, and so their money’s safe; it is something else, and I think I know what it is.  These London men are very sharp, and used to sizing and sorting all kinds of people as if they was potatoes being got ready for market, and they have seen that we are not what they call over here gentlefolks.”

“No lordly airs, eh?” said Jone.

“Oh, I don’t mean that,” I answered him back; “lordly airs don’t go into parsonages, and I don’t mean either that they see from our looks or manners that you used to drive horses and milk cows and work in the garden, and that I used to cook and scrub and was maid-of-all-work on a canal-boat; but they do see that we are not the kind of people who are in the habit, in this country, at least, of spending their evenings in the best parlors of vicarages.”

“Do you suppose,” said Jone, “that they think a vicar’s kitchen would suit us better?”

“No,” said I, “they wouldn’t put us in a vicarage at all; there wouldn’t be no place there that would not be either too high or too low for us.  It’s my opinion that what they think we belong in is a lordly house, where you’d shine most as head butler or a steward, while I’d be the housekeeper or a leading lady’s maid.”

“By George!” said Jone, getting up from the table, “if any of those fellows would favor me with an opinion like that I’d break his head.”

“You’d have a lot of heads to break,” said I, “if you went through this country asking for opinions on the subject.  It’s all very well for us to remember that we’ve got a house of our own as good as most rectors have over here, and money enough to hire a minor canon, if we needed one in the house; but the people over here don’t know that, and it wouldn’t make much difference if they did, for it wouldn’t matter how nice we lived or what we had so long as they knew we was retired servants.”