The ghost of Charlotte Cray, and other storiesMarryat, Florence
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The ghost of Charlotte Cray, and other stories
Marryat, Florence
English fiction -- 19th century; Ghost stories, English; Short stories, English
broom.
By the way, I wonder why Spanish women prefer to bend double over
their sweeping, instead of adopting our easier method of performing
the same operation? In vain did I strive to convince Antonia of the
advantages attendant on the use of a broom with a long handle: she
only smiled, shook her head, and went obstinately on her weary way.
The water for our own consumption was drawn daily from the Moorish
aqueduct just outside the town, and brought to us by the aguador, an
old fellow who wore a rusty black velvet turban hat stuck full of
cigarettes, besides having one always in his mouth. He would pour the
water from his wooden barrels into a large butt which stood in the
kitchen; but as we discovered that he (together with all who felt so
inclined) dipped his glass, with the fingers that held it, into the
reservoir whenever he wished to quench his thirst, we speedily
invested in a filter.
We soon found that it was utterly impossible to infuse any ideas of
cookery or housework into the head of the fair Antonia. If we showed
her how to lay the tablecloth and place the dishes, she eyed us with
surprise, bordering on contempt, that ladies should perform such
menial offices; and the next day all our instructions were as though
they had never been. It was the same with everything, until we decided
that it was far less trouble to wait on ourselves, and our life at
Utrera resolved itself into a picnic without an end.
Nevertheless, when we arose one morning to find that Antonia (wearied
perhaps of English suggestions) had quietly walked off and left us to
shift entirely for ourselves, we felt inclined to think that we had
undervalued her. But she had received her wages on the day before, and
we learned afterward that under those circumstances it is a common
thing for Spanish servants to quit their places without any warning,
and return home for a while to live at their ease on the produce of
their labour.
Our next attendant was Pepa, a bright, dark-eyed girl, who always
looked so picturesque, with a spray of starry jessamine or scarlet
verbena coquettishly placed in her black hair, that it was impossible
not to overlook her misdemeanours. She had such an arch way of tossing
her head and shaking her long gold earrings that there was no
resisting her; and indeed Pepa was but too well aware of the fact
herself, and made the best use of her knowledge.
But the dinners were still our _bêtes noires_, and in these,
notwithstanding all her prettiness, she could help us little better
than her predecessor. The meat which we procured was simply uneatable,
but happily animal food is little needed in those southern climes, and
we had plenty of game. Hares, partridges, and wild ducks were most
abundant; and a woman used constantly to call on us with live quails
for sale, which she would despatch by sticking one of their own
feathers into their brains.
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