Produced by Joshua Hutchinson, Josephine Paolucci and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images generously made available by Cornell University Digital Collections). THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY. _A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics._ VOL. XVIII.--NOVEMBER, 1866.--NO. CIX. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by TICKNOR AND FIELDS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. Transcriber's Note: Minor typos have been corrected and footnotes moved to the end of the article. RHODA. Uncle Bradburn took down a volume of the new Cyclopaedia, and placed it on the stand beside him. He did not, however, open it immediately, but sat absorbed in thought. At length he spoke:--"Don't you think a young girl in the kitchen, to help Dorothy, would save a good many steps?" "I don't know," replied Aunt Janet, slowly. "Dorothy has a great deal to do already. Hepsy is as good and considerate as possible, but Dorothy won't let her do anything hardly. Hepsy says herself that within doors she has only dusted furniture and mended stockings ever since she came." "Can't you find sewing for Hepsy?" "She ought not to do much of that, you know." "Very true; but then this girl,--she will have to go to the poor-house if we don't take her. She has been living with Mrs. Kittredge at the Hollow; but Mrs. Kittredge has made up her mind not to keep her any longer. The fact is, nobody will keep her unless we do; and she is terribly set against going back to the poor-house." "Who is she?" asked Aunt Janet, a little hurriedly. She guessed already. "Her name is Rhoda Breck. You have heard of her." "Heard of her! I should think so!" "If I were you, Oliver," said grandmother, who sat in her rocking-chair knitting, "I would have two or three new rooms finished off over the wood-shed, and then you could accommodate a few more of that sort. Just like you!" And she took a pinch of snuff from a little silver-lidded box made of a sea-shell. She took it precipitately,--a sign that she was slightly disturbed. This snuff-box, however, was a safety-valve. Uncle Bradburn smiled quietly and made no reply. "We will leave it to Dorothy," said Aunt Janet. "It is only fair, for she will have all the trouble." Uncle Bradburn regarded the point as gained: he was sure of Dorothy. But he added by way of clincher, "Probably the girl never knew a month of kind treatment in her life, and one would like her to have a chance of seeing what it is. Just imagine a child of fifteen subjected to the veriest vixen in the country. There is some excuse for old Mrs. Kittredge, too, exasperated as she is by disease. No wonder if she is not very amiable; but that makes it none the less hard for the child." So the upshot of the matter was, that Rhoda Breck was installed nominal aid to Dorothy.