An Introduction to the Kitchen.—“ Whose child are you ?” demanded the housekeeper. “ Mother’s,” replied the boy. 41 I suspected as much,” rejoined the inquisitor, half aside to Mrs. Jennings. 44 And I bean’t no ways surprised to hear it, I promise you,” he replied. Mrs. Thompson sighed deeply. 44 It is dreadful!” said she. Then, after taking a moment to recover herself, she resumed, 44 And where does the unhappy person live ?”44 Please, ma’am, who ?” said the puzzled boy. 44 The_your mother, child. Shame upon you for forcing me to name her V* Michael gave a little shake of the head, which seemed to the merciful kitcbenmaid to say that he did not know what the great lady meant; but he presently replied, as if discreetly determined to mind only what he did understand, 44 Mother lives in Hoxley-lane, ma’am.” 44 The most deplorable situation in the whole parish, inhabited only by the very lowest!” observed the housekeeper, with another indignant sigh. 44 So much the worse for she, muttered the kitchenmaid; but not loud enough tobe heard by her in whose hands rested the appointment ofkitchenmaids as well as cooks. 44 And why does such as you come here ?” resumed the housekeeper. 44 Because the squire ordered Mother man to bring me, answeredTroll p Armstrong, the Factory Boy, by Mrs.