Kirsteen: The Story of a Scotch Family Seventy Years AgoOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Kirsteen: The Story of a Scotch Family Seventy Years Ago
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Domestic fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
Miss Jean was torn asunder between natural politeness and proper
subjection to her superiors, and a still more natural partisanship, not
to speak of the glance of fiery laughter in Kirsteen’s eyes. “What can I
do,” she cried, “when you hear with your own ears what Miss Kirsteen has
said? I am wae to put you to any inconvenience, but it’s just true that
we cannot get through the half of our work--and we’ve plenty with the
nobility and old customers to keep us always very _throng_. But I could
recommend ye to another person that would willingly serve ye though I
cannot take your order myself.”
“Oh, I’ll find somebody,” said Mary in great offence. “It cannot be
that in the great town of London you will not get whatever you want when
you have plenty of money in your hand.”
“No doubt that’s very true,” said Miss Jean, “and ye may find that ye
are not in such a great hurry as ye think, for the Duchess has a number
of engagements upon her hands, and will not dine at home for about ten
days to my certain knowledge--and probably she will have her table full
then if ye have not already received your invitations--for town is just
very _throng_, and everything settled for the grand parties, weeks
before.”
CHAPTER VII.
Miss Jean it must be allowed turned to her young companion with some
dismay when Mrs. Campbell of Glendochart had been ceremoniously seen to
her hackney coach, and deeply cast down and discomfited, had driven away
to the respectable person who had been recommended to her to make her
new gown. “Were you meaning yon?” Miss Jean asked with solicitude. “Or
what were you meaning?”
“I was meaning what I said,” cried Kirsteen holding her head high and
with an unusual colour upon her cheeks. “You know yourself that we have
more work than can be done if we were to sit at it day and night.”
“For the moment,” said Miss Jean prudently; “but to refuse work just
goes to my heart--it might spoil the business.”
“It will do the business good,” said Kirsteen. “We will let it be known,
not just yet perhaps, what I said, that we will take no commoners’
orders--that persons who are nobodies need not come here. You did not
take me with you into the business just to go on like other folk.”
“No--that’s quite true,” said Miss Jean, but with a little hesitation
still.
“By the time,” said Kirsteen, “that you have turned away half-a-dozen
from your door, your name will be up over all the town; and whether in
the season or out of it, you will have more to do than you can set your
face to, and thanks for doing it. Will you trust me or not, Miss Jean?
For I allow that I am inexperienced and perhaps I may not be right.”
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