"My dear Madam," Dorothy read.
"The mult.i.tudinous duties in connection with the practice of my profession have unfortunately prevented me, until the present hour, from interviewing Mrs. Sarah Smithers in regard to your requirements.
While she is naturally unwilling to commit herself entirely without a more definite idea of what is expected of her, she is none the less kindly disposed. May I hope, my dear madam, that at the first opportunity you will apprise me of ensuing events in this connection, and that in any event I may still faithfully serve you?
"With kindest personal remembrances and my polite salutations to the distinguished author whose wife you have the honour to be, I am, my dear madam,
"Yr. most respectful and obedient servant,
"Jeremiah Bradford.
"Oh," said Dorothy, "you"re Sarah. I had almost given you up."
"Begging your parding, Miss," rejoined Mrs. Smithers in a chilly tone of reproof, "but I take it it"s better for us to begin callin" each other by our proper names. If we should get friendly, there"d be ample time to change. Your uncle, G.o.d rest "is soul, allers called me "Mis" Smithers.""
Somewhat startled at first, Mrs. Carr quickly recovered her equanimity.
"Very well, Mrs. Smithers," she returned, lightly, reflecting that when in Rome one must follow Roman customs; "Do you understand all branches of general housework?"
"If I didn"t, I wouldn"t be makin" no attempts in that direction," replied Mrs. Smithers, harshly. "I doesn"t allow n.o.body to do wot I does no better than wot I does it."
Dorothy smiled, for this was distinctly encouraging, from at least one point of view.
"You wear a cap, I suppose?"
"Yes, mum, for dustin". When I goes out I puts on my bonnet."
"Can you do plain cooking?" inquired Dorothy, hastily, perceiving that she was treading upon dangerous ground.
"Yes, mum. The more plain it is the better all around. Your uncle was never one to fill hisself with fancy dishes days and walk the floor with "em nights, that"s wot "e wasn"t."
"What wages do you have, Sa--Mrs. Smithers?"
"I worked for your uncle for a dollar and a half a week, bein" as we"d knowed each other so long, and on account of "im bein" easy to get along with and never makin" no trouble, but I wouldn"t work for no woman for less "n two dollars."
"That is satisfactory to me," returned Dorothy, trying to be dignified. "I daresay we shall get on all right. Can you stay now?"
"If you"ve finished," said Mrs. Smithers, ignoring the question, "there"s a few things I"d like to ask. "Ow did you get that bruise on your face?"
"I--I ran into something," answered Dorothy, unwillingly, and taken quite by surprise.
"Wot was it," demanded Mrs. Smithers. "Your "usband"s fist?"
"No," replied Mrs. Carr, sternly, "it was a piece of furniture."
"I"ve never knowed furniture," observed Mrs. Smithers, doubtfully, "to get up and "it people in the face wot wasn"t doin" nothink to it. If you disturb a rockin"-chair at night w"en it"s restin" quiet, you"ll get your ankle "it, but I"ve never knowed no furniture to "it people under the eye unless it "ad been threw, that"s wot I ain"t.
"I mind me of my youngest sister," Mrs. Smithers went on, her keen eyes uncomfortably fixed upon Dorothy. ""Er "usband was one of these "ere masterful men, "e was, same as wot yours is, and w"en "er didn"t please "im, "e "d "it "er somethink orful. Many"s the time I"ve gone there and found "er with "er poor face all cut up and the crockery broke bad. "I dropped a cup" "er"d say to me, "and the pieces flew up and "it me in the face." "Er face looked like a crazy quilt from "aving dropped so many cups, and wunst, without thinkin" wot I might be doin" of, I gave "er a chiny tea set for "er Christmas present.
"Wen I went to see "er again, the tea set was all broke and "er "ad court plaster all over "er face. The pieces must "ave flew more "n common from the tea set, cause "er "usband"s "ed was laid open somethink frightful and they"d "ad in the doctor to take a seam in it. From that time on I never "eard of no more cups bein" dropped and "er face looked quite human and peaceful like w"en "e died. G.o.d rest "is soul, "e ain"t a-breakin" no tea sets now by accident nor a-purpose neither. I was never one to interfere between man and wife, Miss Carr, but I want you to tell your "usband that should "e undertake to "it me, "e"ll get a bucket of "ot tea throwed in "is face."
"It"s not at all likely," answered Dorothy, biting her lip, "that such a thing will happen." She was swayed by two contradictory impulses--one to scream with laughter, the other to throw something at Mrs. Smithers.
""E"s been at peace now six months come Tuesday," continued Mrs. Smithers, "and on account of "is "avin" broke the tea set, I don"t feel no call to wear mourning for "im more "n a year, though folks thinks as "ow it brands me as "eartless for takin" it off inside of two. Sakes alive, wot"s that?"
she cried, drawing her sable skirts more closely about her as a dark shadow darted across the kitchen.
"It"s only the cat," answered Dorothy, rea.s.suringly. "Come here, Claudius."
Mrs. Smithers repressed an exclamation of horror as Claudius, purring pleasantly, came out into the sunlight, brandishing his plumed tail, and sat down on the edge of Dorothy"s skirt, blinking his green eyes at the intruder.
""E"s the very cat," said Mrs. Smithers, hoa.r.s.ely, "wot your uncle killed the week afore "e died!"
"Before who died?" asked Dorothy, a chill creeping into her blood.
"Your uncle," whispered Mrs. Smithers, her eyes still fixed upon Claudius Tiberius. ""E killed that very cat, "e did, "cause "e couldn"t never abide "im, and now "e"s come back!"
"Nonsense!" cried Dorothy, trying to be severe. "If he killed the cat, it couldn"t come back--you must know that."
"I don"t know w"y not, Miss. Anyhow, "e killed the cat, that"s wot "e did, and I saw "is dead body, and even buried "im, on account of your uncle not bein" able to abide cats, and "ere "e is. Somebody "s dug "im up, and "e "s come to life again, thinkin" to "aunt your uncle, and your uncle "as follered "im, that"s wot "e "as, and there bein" n.o.body "ere to "aunt but us, "e"s a "auntin" us and a-doin" it "ard."
"Mrs. Smithers," said Dorothy, rising, "I desire to hear no more of this nonsense. The cat happens to be somewhat similar to the dead one, that"s all."
"Begging your parding, Miss, for askin", but did you bring that there cat with you from the city?"
Affecting not to hear, Dorothy went out, followed by Claudius Tiberius, who appeared anything but ghostly.
"I knowed it," muttered Mrs. Smithers, gloomily, to herself. ""E was "ere w"en "er come, and "e"s the same cat. "E"s come back to "aunt us, that"s wot "e "as!"
"Harlan," said Dorothy, half-way between smiles and tears, "she"s come."
Harlan dropped his saw and took up his hammer. "Who"s come?" he asked.
"From your tone, it might be Mrs. Satan, or somebody else from the infernal regions."
"You"re not far out of the way," rejoined Dorothy. "It"s Sa--Mrs.
Smithers."
"Oh, our maid of all work?"
"I don"t know what she"s made of," giggled Dorothy, hysterically. "She looks like a tombstone dressed in deep mourning, and carries with her the atmosphere of a graveyard. We have to call her "Mrs. Smithers," if we don"t want her to call us by our first names, and she has two dollars a week. She says Claudius is a cat that uncle killed the week before he died, and she thinks you hit me and gave me this bruise on my cheek."
"The old lizard," said Harlan, indignantly. "She sha"n"t stay!"
"Now don"t be cross," interrupted Dorothy. "It"s all in the family, for your uncle hit me, as you well know. Besides, we can"t expect all the virtues for two dollars a week and I"m tired almost to death from trying to do the housework in this big house and take care of the chickens, too.
We"ll get on with her as best we can until we see a chance to do better."
"Wise little woman," responded Harlan, admiringly. "Can she milk the cow?"
"I don"t know--I"ll go in and ask her."
"Excuse me, Miss," began Mrs. Smithers, before Dorothy had a chance to speak, "but am I to "ave my old rooms?"