remained to be done. With mind disturbed and spirits depressed, she left
her household matters "in the suds," as they were, and punctually
retired to her study. She soon found, however, that she could not fix
her attention upon any intellectual pursuit. Neglected duties haunted
her, like ghosts around the guilty conscience. Perceiving that she was
doing nothing with her books, and not wishing to lose the morning
wholly, she commenced writing a letter. Bridget interrupted her before
she had proceeded far on the first page.

"What, ma'am, shall we have for dinner? No marketing ha'n't come."

"Have some steaks, then."

"We ha'n't got none, ma'am."

"I will send out for some, directly."

Now there was no one to send but Amy, and Mrs. James knew it. With a
sigh, she put down her letter and went into the nursery.

"Amy, Mr. James has forgotten our marketing. I should like to have you
run over to the provision store, and order some beef-steaks. I will stay
with the baby."

Amy was not much pleased to be sent out on this errand. She remarked,
that "she must change her dress first."

"Be as quick as possible," said Mrs. James, "for I am particularly
engaged at this hour."