The Root of All EvilFletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
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The Root of All Evil
Fletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
"I shall do well enough as long as I'm boss!" said Jeckie in her most
matter-of-fact manner. "And that I will be! I'll have no interference,
either from you or Rushie. As long as you're both under my roof, you'll
just do my bidding. And now I tell you what you'll do. You may as well
know your position first as last. And to start with, I've paid off
every penny 'at you owed i' this place--nearly thirty pounds good money
I've laid down in that way this very afternoon!--so you can walk up
t'street and down t'street and feel 'at you owe naught to nobody. And
you'll have a deal o' walking to do, for you can't expect me to throw my
money away on your behalf wit'out doin' something for me i' return, so
there!"
"I'm sure it were very considerate on yer, Jecholiah," said Farnish
humbly. "An' I tak' it as very thoughtful an' all. Willn't deny 'at it
were a sore trouble to me 'at I owed brass i' t'place. An' what might
you be thinkin' o' puttin' me to, now 'at I am here, like?"
"I'm going to tell you," answered Jeckie. "All's ready to open on Monday
morning. Me and Rushie'll attend to the shop; Bartle'll go out with the
horse and cart; I've got a strong lass coming in that'll see to the
house and the cooking. You'll help wi' odd jobs in the shop, and you'll
carry out light goods and parcels in t'village. It'll none be such heavy
work, but it must be done punctual and reg'lar--no hangin' about and
talkin' at corners, and such like--we've all got to work, and to work
hard, too!"
"I'm to be fetcher and carrier, like," said Farnish. "Aye, well, mi
lass, it's not t'sort o' conclusion to a career 'at I aimed at, but I
mun bow down to Providence, as they call it. Beggars can't be choosers,
no how!"
"Who's talkin' about beggars!" retorted Jeckie impatiently. "There's no
beggars i' this house, anyway. Beggars, indeed! You'll never ha' been
so well off in your life as you will be wi' me!"
"Do you say so, Jecholiah?" asked Farnish timidly. "I'm very glad to
hear it, I'm sure. How shall I stand, like, then?"
"You'll stand like this," replied Jeckie. "There's a good and
comfortable bedroom all ready upstairs; this place'll be more
comfortable nor aught we had at Applecroft when all's put to rights in
it; there'll always be plenty to eat, and good quality, too; I shall let
you have two pints of beer a day, and give you two ounces of tobacco
every Saturday. And once a year you shall have a new suit of good
clothes, and your underwear as it wants replacing. I'll see 'at you want
for naught to fill your belly and cover your back. If that isn't doing
well by you, then I don't know what is!"
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