Who Spoke Next by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
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This scared him so effectually that he threw down the silver, and
scampered off after his companions who were in the stable looking for horses which they meant to take for themselves. Dolly, in the mean time, caught up the silver, ran out of another door into a wood near the house, where she hid herself and the silver till the enemy were gone. These are all the events of my life that I remember. After my master's and mistress's death, I was sent up garret to be put among the useless old things, such as gentlemen's broadswords, broken pitchers, noseless tea-kettles, &c. The reason for this is not that I am worn out, but because the age is so much wiser that they have come to the conclusion that cold beds are more healthy than warm ones; so here I am left to rust out with the rest of my fellow- sufferers. Perhaps my cousin foot stove may have something more interesting to relate. I have done." The foot stove seemed half inclined not to speak; but, after a little urging, she said, in a whining tone, "Every one knows that I was made to be trodden under foot and to be abused. There was, to be sure, a period of my life somewhat more respectable. Many years ago, I was regularly, during the cold weather, brightened up and put in nice order every Saturday, and on Sunday taken to church; for then the churches were cold, and, without me well filled with blazing coals, my mistress could not have borne to listen for more than an hour to the good minister's sermon. |
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