We householders have laid upon us the care of our houses. Yet it has
come to be a recognized thing that we are to touch nothing in them with
our own hands--at the utmost, we are to give our orders; and the
wealthy among us do not even do that, but are waited upon with every
luxury, and then sent ready-dressed into society.
We are not our own, and we have little to do with the making of our
position in life. We must accept the _status quo_ and make the best of
it; so we may as well acquiesce cheerfully in our circumstances, doing
as much as we can, and see if regular occupation will not make our
hearts lighter, and help to bring back the days of Merry England again.
But we have no time for preaching now, and I would not willingly give a
sermon in any case. I only threw out that suggestion of six hours' work
for fear you might think I meant you to be busily employed all day, and
then you would drop the book in disgust. But go on a little longer, and
you will find that I am less hard than the Ladies' Art-Needlework
Society, which insists upon eight hours of close application, and far
less hard than the Cambridge Board of Examiners, which drives you on
night and day, leaving no time for household duties; much less for
dancing, or picking flowers in country lanes.
No; my six hours' work will include your music-practising, and your
attentive reading for purposes of study. For unless yours be the only
pair of feminine hands in the family, you will not find more than three
hours occupied with household work, and part of that time will comprise
a daily walk, a constitutional with an object, and the remaining part
will not be disagreeable; at least, I hope not, but it will be work and
not play.
After this explanation let us return to our subject. We will take it
for granted that there are at least two ladies at home. One, the
lady-help or eldest daughter, for example, will dust and set in order
the drawing-room, whilst the mistress of the house proceeds to clear
away the breakfast somewhat after the following manner.
When the coffee-pot was taken from the gas tripod to be placed on the
breakfast-table, the kettle was refilled from a tap fixed on one side
of the dining-room fire-place, and the water will be by this time hot
enough to wash the cups and plates in.
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