The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No. 1021, July 22, 1899Various
General
The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No. 1021, July 22, 1899
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals
A large school is a busy place, and no one had time to notice anything
unusual or strange till the hour for dinner drew near. Then suddenly it
struck all the little community that the house was very still; there
was no smell of dinner, and in the dining-room, when the door was
hastily flung open, there were no preparations for the meal.
Our friend, startled and uneasy, hurried to the kitchen, to find
everything in perfect order, but no sign of Chinese activity, and the
fires of the range all grey and cold. A quick search convinced her
that they were alone in the house, and in a great state of wonder
and excitement she and her friends got together a cold, picnic sort
of meal, and ate it up, discussing meanwhile what they should do. As
the Chinese _chef_ had been exceedingly well treated, and had also
been some years with them, they felt very indignant that he should
have played them such a trick for so slight an offence, for my friend
recognised that she had committed an offence.
They determined in their wrath that they would have no more Chinamen;
they would employ nice, decent women, with whom they could reason, and
who would understand one’s point of view. They telephoned at once to an
employment agency in the nearest town, asking for the best girls that
could be had, at such short notice, to be sent out to them at once.
Soon they arrived, and were spreading confusion and discomfort all over
the house—a wretchedly incompetent set. They were all dismissed, and a
fresh batch sent out—but, alas! no better than the first.
Then the girls and their teachers, in desperation, determined to do
their own work until they had time to make some better plans. All
this had taken up three or four days, and one morning our friend was
hard at work sweeping her own drawing-room carpet, and making a great
noise over it, when the brush was taken out of her hands by a quiet
firm grasp, and glancing up, she saw her Chinese _chef_, looking
particularly neat and business-like, after all the tawdry finery of the
women servants. He said quietly, “Me do lis; you no do such sing,” and
went on with the sweeping as though there had been no break whatsoever
in his regular work. Being both breathless with her sweeping, and
very glad to hand it over to someone else, naturally also a good deal
taken aback, she murmured something or other and went quietly out of
the room, and then discovered that all about the house were quiet,
quick-moving figures, clad in the familiar white jackets, busy about
their separate duties, just as though they had been there all the time.
The lesson was very effectual in her case, for never again did she
attempt the least interference.
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