London (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"I 'pilled all 'e milk, muzzer!" shouted the infant. "Zen I bumped my
head, an' I _cwied_ an' I _cwied_!"
"Where is Mary?" demanded the newcomer.
"Mary has just 'shtipped out for a minut'," explained the young man
mildly. "She announced her intention of doing so shortly after you left
the house. Buster and I have been keeping house as well as we knew how;
and then--this--er--young lady----"
"I am the maid from the Streeter agency," said Jane distinctly. She felt
sure now that the man was not a gentleman; she also decided that she
disliked him exceedingly.
"Oh!" murmured the lady, turning a keenly penetrating and speculative
gaze upon Jane. "Well, I am glad you've come. What is your name?"
"My name is--Jane," replied that individual, drawing a deep breath. The
"Aubrey-Blythe" refused to be uttered.
"And I am Mrs. Belknap," graciously returned the young woman, apparently
paying no heed to the omission. "I do hope," she added plaintively,
"that Mary's sister hasn't been taken suddenly ill again. Mary has so
many relatives, and they are nearly always ill--or dead."
Jane looked her astonishment.
"Mary is perfectly devoted to her family," Mrs. Belknap went on, "and
that is really why I am hiring another girl. Mr. Belknap says I _must_
have somebody to fall back upon when Mary is away. Can you cook?"
"Why, no, madam," said Jane stiffly. "I understood that I was to be a
nursery governess, or parlor maid. Mrs. Streeter didn't seem to
understand exactly."
"Why, of course, I shall want you to help me look after Buster," chimed
in Mrs. Belknap, with a somewhat offended air, "and wait at table, and
answer the bell, and do the sweeping and dusting, and the cooking and
dish washing on Mondays and Tuesdays--regular second work, you know.
Mary is really an excellent servant--when she's here. But now that she's
out she may not come back for three or four days. If it wasn't so nearly
impossible to get a good cook out here I should have changed long ago.
But we're so near New York. I dare say, though, I shall get along very
well now that I've got you."
The young man had turned his broad back on the two, and now strolled out
of the kitchen with an air of extreme unconcern which ruffled Jane's
temper afresh.
Her new mistress had disburdened herself of several parcels. "If you'll
bring these upstairs for me," she said pleasantly, "I'll show you how to
dress Buster--this the _third_ time to-day--then I'll help you with the
dinner. Of course, Mary may come back. But I'm afraid not. She hasn't
been out for nearly a week, and I suppose she took advantage of my being
in town."
Mrs. Belknap sighed profoundly, and Jane gathered up the parcels with a
hesitating air. Unknown ills loomed very large at the present moment.
"Oh, by the way, did you bring your working clothes?" Mrs. Belknap
wanted to know. She paused, with one foot on the stairs, for Jane's
answer.
"Yes, madam; that is, I brought a black frock and some white aprons."
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