Jewel by Clara Louise Burnham
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Mrs. Forbes looked up from the letter to find her employer's eyes upon
her. Her lips were set in a tight line. "Well?" he asked. "I'd like to ask first, sir, what you think of it?" "It strikes me as very cool. Harry knows my habits." The housekeeper loosened the reins of her indignation. "The idea of your having a child here to clatter up and down the stairs at the very time you want to take a nap!" she burst forth. "You've had enough to bear already." "A deal of company in the house as it is, eh?" he rejoined. It was the first reference he had ever made to his permanent guests. "It's what I was thinking, sir." "You're not for it, then, Mrs. Forbes?" "So far as taking care of the child goes, I should do my duty. I don't think Mrs. Evringham or her daughter would wish to be bothered; but I know very little about children, except that your house is no place for them to be racing in. One young one brings others. You would be annoyed, sir. Some folks can always ask favors." The housekeeper's cheeks were flushed with the strength of her repugnance, and her bias relieved Mr. Evringham's indecision. |
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