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The Treasure by Kathleen Thompson Norris
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that the cousin called often to ask for her, but Freda had vanished
the day after this event, and the Salisburys never heard of her
again.

They tried another Norwegian, then a Polack, then a Scandinavian.
Then they had a German man and wife for a week, a couple who
asserted that they would work, without pay, for a good home. This
was a most uncomfortable experience, unsuccessful from the first
instant. Then came a low-voiced, good-natured South American
negress, Marthe, not much of a cook, but willing and strong.

July was mercilessly hot that year, thirty-one burning days of
sunshine. Mrs. Salisbury was not a very strong woman, and she had a
great many visitors to entertain. She kept Marthe, because the
colored woman did not resent constant supervision, and an almost
hourly change of plans. Mrs. Salisbury did almost all of the cooking
herself, fussing for hours in the hot kitchen over the cold meats
and salads and ices that formed the little informal cold suppers to
which the Salisburys loved to ask their friends on Saturday and
Sunday nights.

Alexandra helped fitfully. She would put her pretty head into the
kitchen doorway, perhaps to find her mother icing cake.

"Listen, Mother; I'm going over to Con's. She's got that new serve
down to a fine point! And I've done the boys' room and the guest
room; it's all ready for the Cutters. And I put towels and soap in
the bathroom, only you'll have to have Marthe wipe up the floor and
the tub."

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