Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction
Just then mother rose from her seat and came with slow and stately
steps across the room.
"What is it, Westenra?" she said; "what does this--this lady want?"
"Oh, I'm not a lady, ma'am," said Jane Mullins, rising and dropping a
sort of involuntary curtsey. "I'm just a plain body, but I know all
about cooking, and all about servants, and all about house linen, and
all about dusting, going right into corners and never slurring them,
and all the rest, and I know what you ought to give a pound for beef
and for mutton, and what you ought to give a dozen for eggs, and for
butter, and how to get the best and freshest provisions at the lowest
possible price. I know a thousand things, my dear madam, that you do
not know, and that your pretty daughter doesn't know, and what I say
is; as we both want 17 Graham Square, shall we put our pride in our
pockets and our finances into one bag, and do the job. My name is Jane
Mullins. I never was a grand body. I'm plain, but I'm determined, and
I am good-humoured, and I am true as steel. I can give you fifty-four
references if you want them, from a number of very good honest
tradesmen who know me, and know that I pay my debts to the uttermost
farthing. Will you join me, or will you not?"
"Well," said mother, when this curious little person had finished
speaking, "this is quite the most astounding thing I ever heard of in
my life. Westenra dear, thank this person very kindly, tell her that
you know she means well, but that of course we could not think of her
scheme for a single moment."
Mother turned as she spoke, and walked up the drawing-room again, and
I looked at Jane Mullins, and Jane Mullins looked at me, and her blue
eyes twinkled. She got up at once and held out her hand.
"Then that's flat," she said; "you'll be sorry you have said it, for
Jane Mullins could have done well by you. Good-bye, miss; good-bye,
ma'am."
She gave a little nod in the direction of my stately mother, and
tripped out of the room. I was too stunned even to ring the bell for
Paul, and I think Jane Mullins let herself out.
Well, as soon as she was gone, mother turned on me and gave me the
first downright absolute scolding I had received since I was a tiny
child. She said she had been willing, quite willing, to please me in
every possible way, but when I descended to talk to people like Jane
Mullins, and to consider their proposals, there was an end of
everything, and she could not, for my father's sake, hear of such an
outrageous proposal for a moment. This she said with tears in her
eyes, and I listened quite submissively until at last the precious
darling had worn her anger out, and sat subdued and inclined to cry by
the open window. I took her hand then and petted her. I told her that
really my scolding was quite unmerited, as I had never heard of Jane
Mullins before, and was as much amazed as she was at her visit.
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