In Homespun by E. (Edith) Nesbit
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weather I don't know, but the old lady was cantankerous past all
believing. 'Good-morning, aunt,' I said, when I went in, 'and however did this happen?' 'Oh, you've come, have you?' she said, without answering my question, 'and brought enough luggage to last you a year, I'll be bound. When I was young, a girl could go to spend a week without nonsense of boxes or the like. A clean shift and a change of stockings done up in a cotton handkerchief--that was good enough for us. But now, you girls must all be young ladies. I've no patience with you.' I didn't answer back, for answering back is a poor sort of business when the other person is able to make you pay for every idle word. Of course, it's different if you haven't anything to lose by it. So I just said-- 'Never mind, aunt dear. I really haven't brought much; and what would you like me to do first?' 'I should think you'd see for yourself,' says she, thumping her pillows, 'that there's not a stick in the house been dusted yet--no, nor a stair swep'.' So I set to to clean the house, which was cleaner than most people's already, and I got a nice bit of dinner and took it up on a tray. But no, that wasn't right, for I'd put the best instead of the second-best cloth on the tray. |
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