Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Poor families -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Would you mind doing housework?"
"Not at all," I replied, full of new hopes.
She reached for one of the large books, and turned the leaves over.
"Would you like to go in the country?"
"With all my heart."
At that she nodded eagerly, and pointing with her finger at a place in
the book, she said:
"There is something which I am sure that you would like. The lady here
is trying to find a girl who speaks German and who would not object to
do the work in the house, besides being a companion to her daughter
aged fourteen. There is also a young French woman who is to help you.
What do you say to it?"
I thought of the eight beds as well as the girls in the home, and said
that I should feel very happy if I could obtain that situation.
"The lady is coming again at two o'clock, and if you like you may wait
here and speak with her."
Controlling my joy as well as I could, I decided to wait, and sat down
on my chair again.
The lady arrived in about an hour. She looked nearly forty years of
age, and was very kind. She only repeated what I had heard already, and
I agreed to everything. Finally she gave me a card with her name and
address upon it, and told me to start two days later. When everything
was settled she held out her hand to me, but took it back again as if
she had thought of something.
"Have you had your dinner?"
"No," I said truthfully.
"Then you must come with me."
She made me sit down in the carriage in which she had come, and a
little later we were seated round a table.
"What would you like to eat?" she asked me.
I said it was all the same to me, whereupon she ordered a lovely
dinner and looked much pleased that I liked it. When I had finished
she took me into the street again and looked round for one of the red
motor-buses. She soon spied one and begged the conductor to take care
of me, and to tell me when I had to get out. Then she nodded to me once
more and I rode back to the home. As soon as I got there I went to the
directress and reported my good luck. She, however, looked a little
doubtful.
"The whole matter is somewhat suspicious," she said; "it has gone too
quick, but all that we can do is to trust in Him."
I assured her that I did so, and then I went up into the bedroom and
wrote to my friend a letter of some length. The girls who had left the
home with me in the morning returned towards supper-time and inquired
a little scornfully whether I had got a situation. After I had told
them of my success they looked greatly surprised and asked me to tell
them all about it. I told them all I knew, and after I had finished the
tall, fair girl again shrugged her shoulders.
"That is only the place of a kitchen-maid, but for doing the cooking
and scrubbing the floors I am too good, I think;" and while she said
that she turned her hat into another shape.
Chapter XV
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