and you say you understand the dairy work
Mrs. Mumpson also fled to her room.?She felt that the proper course for her at this juncture was a fit of violent hysterics; but a prompt douche from the water pitcher, administered by the unsympathetic Jane, effectually checked the first symptoms. “Was ever a respecterble woman–”
“You aint respectable,” interrupted the girl, as she departed. “You look like a scarecrow.?’Fi’s you I’d begin to show some sense now.”
Chapter 15 hat is to Become of Me?
Holcroft’s reference to a constable and arrest, though scarcely intended to be more than a vague threat, had the effect of clearing the air like a clap of thunder.?Jane had never lost her senses, such as she possessed, and Mrs. Wiggins recovered hers sufficiently to apologize to the farmer when he came down to breakfast. “But that Mumpson’s hawfully haggravatin’, master, as ye know yeself, hi’m a-thinkin’.?Vud ye jis tell a body vat she is ‘here, han ‘ow hi’m to get hon vith ‘er.?Hif hi’m to take me horders from ‘er, hi’d ruther go back to the poor-‘us.”
“You are to take your orders from me and no one else.?All I ask is that you go on quietly with your work and pay no attention to her.?You know well enough that I can’t have such goings on.?I want you to let Jane help you and learn her to do everything as far as she can.?Mrs. Mumpson can do the mending and ironing, I suppose.?At any rate, I won’t have any more quarreling and uproar.?I’m a quiet man and intend to have a quiet house.?You and Jane can get along very well in the kitchen, and you say you understand the dairy work.”
“Vell hi does, han noo hi’ve got me horders hi’ll go right along.”
Mrs. Mumpson was like one who had been rudely shaken out of a dream, and she appeared to have sense enough to realize that she couldn’t assume so much at first as she anticipated.?She received from Jane a cup of coffee, and said feebly, “I can partake of no more after the recent trying events.”
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