Usually it happens that my good wife works herself half to death--loses the even balance of her mind--and, in consequence, makes herself and all around her unhappy. To indulge in an unamiable temper is by no means a common thing for Mrs. Sunderland, and this makes its occurrence on these occasions so much the harder to bear.
Our last house-cleaning took place in the fall. I have been going to write a faithful history of what was said, done, and suffered on the occasion ever since, and now put my design into execution, even at the risk of having my head combed with a three-legged stool by my excellent wife, who, when she sees this in print, will be taken, in nautical phrase, all aback. But, when a history of our own shortcomings, mishaps, mistakes, and misadventures will do others good, I am for giving the history and pocketing the odium, if there be such a thing as odium attached to revelations of human weakness and error.
"We must clean house this week," said my good wife one morning as we sat at the breakfast-table--"every thing is in a dreadful condition.
I can"t look at nor touch any thing without feeling my flesh creep."
I turned my eyes, involuntarily, around the room. I was not, before, aware of the filthy state in which we were living. But not having so good "an eye for dirt" as Mrs. Sunderland, I was not able, even after having my attention called to the fact, to see "the dreadful condition" of things. I said nothing, however, for I never like to interfere in my wife"s department. I a.s.sume it as a fact that she knows her own business better than I do.
Our domestic establishment consisted at this time of a cook, chamber maid, and waiter. This was an ample force, my wife considered, for all purposes of house-cleaning, and had so announced to the individuals concerned some days before she mentioned the matter incidentally to me. We had experienced, in common with others, our own troubles with servants, but were now excellently well off in this respect. Things had gone on for months with scarcely a jar.
This was a pleasant feature in affairs, and one upon which we often congratulated ourselves.
When I came home at dinner-time, on the day the antic.i.p.ated house-cleaning had been mentioned to me, I found my wife with a long face.
"Are you not well?" I asked.
"I"m well enough," Mrs. Sunderland answered, "but I"m out of all patience with Ann and Hannah."
"What is the matter with them?" I asked, in surprise.
"They are both going at the end of this week."
"Indeed! How comes that? I thought they were very well satisfied."
"So they were, all along, until the time for house-cleaning approached. It is too bad!"
"That"s it--is it?"
"Yes. And I feel out of all patience about it. It shows such a want of principle."
"Is John going too?" I asked.
"Dear knows! I expect so. He"s been as sulky as he could be all the morning--in fact, ever since I told him that he must begin taking up the carpets to-morrow and shake them."
"Do you think Ann and Hannah will really go?" I asked.
"Of course they will. I have received formal notice to supply their places by the end of this week, which I must do, somehow or other."
The next day was Thursday, and, notwithstanding both cook and chamber maid had given notice that they were going on Sat.u.r.day, my wife had the whole house knocked into _pi_, as the printers say, determined to get all she could out of them.
When I made my appearance at dinner-time, I found all in precious confusion, and my wife heated and worried excessively. Nothing was going on right. She had undertaken to get the dinner, in order that Ann and Hannah might proceed uninterruptedly in the work of house-cleaning; but as Ann and Hannah had given notice to quit in order to escape this very house-cleaning, they were in no humor to put things ahead. In consequence, they had "poked about and done nothing," to use Mrs. Sunderland"s own language; at which she was no little incensed.
When evening came, I found things worse. My wife had set her whole force to work upon our chamber, early in the day, in order to have it finished as quickly as possible, that it might be in a sleeping condition by night--dry and well aired. But, instead of this, Ann and Hannah had "dilly-dallied" the whole day over cleaning the paint, and now the floor was not even washed up. My poor wife was a sad way about it; and I am sure that I felt uncomfortable enough.
Afraid to sleep in a damp chamber, we put two sofas together in the parlor, and pa.s.sed the night there.
The morning rose cloudily enough. I understood matters clearly. If Mrs. Sunderland had hired a couple of women for two or three days to do the cleaning, and got a man to shake the carpets, nothing would have been heard about the sulkiness of John, or the notice to quit of cook and chamber maid. Putting upon them the task of house-cleaning was considered an imposition, and they were not disposed to stand it.
"I shall not be home to dinner to-day," I said, as I rose from the breakfast table. "As you are all in so much confusion, and you have to do the cooking, I prefer getting something to eat down town."
"Very well," said Mrs. Sunderland--"so much the better."
I left the house a few minutes afterwards, glad to get away. Every thing was confusion, and every face under a cloud.
"How are you getting along?" I asked, on coming home at night.
"Humph! Not getting along at all!" replied Mrs. Sunderland, in a fretful tone. "In two days, the girls might have thoroughly cleaned the house from top to bottom, and what do you think they have done?
Nothing at all!"
"Nothing at all! They must have done something."
"Well, next to nothing, then. They havn"t finished the front and back chambers. And what is worse, Ann has gone away sick, and Hannah is in bed with a real or pretended sick-headache."
"Oh, dear!" I e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, involuntarily.
"Now, a"nt things in a pretty way?"
"I think they are," I replied, and then asked, "what are you going to do?"
"I have sent John for old Jane, who helped us to clean house last spring. But, as likely as not, she"s at work somewhere."
Such was in fact the case, for John came in a moment after with that consoling report.
"Go and see Nancy, then," my wife said, sharply, to John, as if he were to blame for Jane"s being at work.
John turned away slowly and went on his errand, evidently in not the most amiable mood in the world. It was soon ascertained that Nancy couldn"t come.
"Why can"t she come?" enquired my wife.
"She says she"s doing some sewing for herself, and can"t go out this week," replied John.
"Go and tell her that she must come. That my house is upside down, and both the girls are sick."
But Nancy was in no mood to comply. John brought back another negative.
"Go and say to her, John, that I will not take no for an answer: that she must come. I will give her a dollar a day."
This liberal offer of a dollar a day was effective. Nancy came and went, to work on the next morning. Of course, Ann did not come back; and as it was Hannah"s last day, she felt privileged to have more headache than was consistent with cleaning paint or scrubbing floors. The work went on, therefore, very slowly.
Sat.u.r.day night found us without cook or chamber-maid, and with only two rooms in order in the whole house, viz. our chambers on the second story. By great persuasion, Nancy was induced to stay during Sunday and cook for us.
An advertis.e.m.e.nt in the newspaper on Monday morning, brought us a couple of raw Irish girls, who were taken as better than n.o.body at all. With these new recruits, Mrs. Sunderland set about getting "things to right." Nancy plodded on, so well pleased with her wages, that she continued to get the work of one day lengthened out into two, and so managed to get a week"s job.
For the whole of another precious week we were in confusion.
"How do your new girls get along?" I asked of my wife, upon whose face I had not seen a smile for ten days.
"Don"t name them, Mr. Sunderland! They"re not worth the powder it would take to shoot them. Lazy, ignorant, dirty, good-for-nothing creatures. I wouldn"t give them house-room."
"I"m sorry to learn that. What will you do?" I said.
"Dear knows! I was so well suited in Ann and Hannah, and, to think that they should have served me so! I wouldn"t have believed it of them. But they are all as dest.i.tute of feeling and principle as they can be. And John continues as sulky as a bear. He pretended to shake the carpets but you might get a wheelbarrow-load of dirt out of them. I told him so, and the impudent follow replied that he didn"t know any thing about shaking carpets; and that it wasn"t the waiter"s place, any how."