She won't do any of the wash, and
we'll have to put that out; and she's been used to having a
kitchen-maid; but she said we were such a small family that she could
shell the pease herself. She's the most respectable-looking old thing
you ever saw; and she's been having ten dollars a week from the last
family she was in; but she'll come the summer with us for six. I was
very fortunate to get her; all the good girls are snapped up for the
sea-side in May, and they won't go into the country for love or money.
It was the greatest chance! She's such a neat, quiet, lady-like
person, and all the better for being Irish and a Catholic: Catholics
_do_ give so much more of a flavor; and I never could associate that
Nova Scotia, sunken-cheeked leanness of Maria's with a cook. This
one's name is--well, I forget what her name is; Bridget, or Norah, or
something like that--and she's a perfect little butter-ball. She's
coming to go out on the same train with us; and she'll get the dinner
to-night; and I sha'n't have the mortification of sitting down to a
pickup meal with Amy Campbell, the first time she has visited us;
she's conceited enough about her house-keeping as it is, I'm sure, and
I wouldn't have her patronizing and pitying me for worlds.
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