All is quiet and hush, cried my father, at least above stairs --I hear not one foot stirring. --Prithee, _Trim_, who's in the kitchen? There is no one soul in the kitchen, answered _Trim_, making a low bow as he spoke, except Dr. _Slop_. --Confusion! cried my father (getting up upon his legs a second time)--not one single thing was gone right this day! had I faith in astrology, brother (which, by the bye, my father had), I would have sworn some retrograde planet was hanging over this unfortunate house of mine, and turning every individual thing in it out of its place. ----Why, I thought Dr. _Slop_ had been above stairs with my wife, and so said you. ----What can the fellow be puzzling about in the kitchen! --He is busy, an' please your honour, replied _Trim_, in making a bridge. ----'Tis very obliging in him, quoth my uncle _Toby_: ------pray, give my humble service to Dr. _Slop_, _Trim_, and tell him I thank him heartily.

'All is quiet and hush above stairs,' cried my father; 'I hear not one foot stirring. Prithee, Trim, who's in the kitchen?'
'Not a soul,' answered Trim, 'except Dr. Slop.'
'Confusion!' cried my father, getting to his feet; 'not one thing has gone right this day! If I believed in astrology' (which, by the bye, my father did), 'I would have sworn some retrograde planet was hanging over this unfortunate house, and turning everything out of its place. Why, I thought Dr. Slop was upstairs with my wife. What can the fellow be puzzling about in the kitchen?'
'He is busy, your honour,' replied Trim, 'in making a bridge.'
''Tis very obliging in him,' quoth my uncle Toby: 'pray tell him I thank him heartily.'
