From the fact that we need so many more servants than formerly, to care
properly for our establishments, the servant here is becoming more
and more of a machine. That is, she is in nearly the same category
with the electric light and the furnace. We expect him or her to be
as unobtrusive as possible, to perform work without a hitch, and not
to draw upon our sympathies unnecessarily. The mistress of one or
two girls is sure to grow friendly and concerned as to their outside
welfare, but when she has a staff of five or six, she is thankful if
she is not obliged to know anything about them. The letter which
appeared in a New York newspaper some years ago, from an American girl,
in which she declared that she had left service because her master and
his sons handed her their dripping umbrellas with the same air as they
would have handed them to a graven image, was thoroughly in point. The
reason the native American girl will not become a servant, in spite of
the arguments of the rational and godly, is that service is the sole
employment in this country in which she can be told with impunity that
she is the social inferior of any one else. It is the telling which she
cannot put up with. It is one thing to be conscious that the person you
are constantly associated with is better educated, better mannered, and
more attractive than yourself, and it is another to be told at every
opportunity that this is so. In the shop, in the factory, and in other
walks of life, whatever her real superiors may think of her, they must
treat her as a social equal. Even that shrill-voiced, banged, bangled,
impertinent, slangy, vulgar product of our mammoth retail drygoods
system, who seems to believe herself a pattern of ladylike behavior, is
aware in her heart that she does not know how to behave, and yearns to
resemble the well-bred woman whom she daily insults. But the happiness
of her life, and its main-spring, too, lies in the consciousness
that she is free to become the first lady in the land, and that she
herself is to be her sole critic and detractor. Why is she not right
in refusing to sacrifice her independence? Why should she sell her
birthright for a mess of pottage?
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