"Who wants you not to go in? Not your mother?"
"No; Aunt Candy."
"I thought so. Well; how do you get along without your sisters, eh?
Have you got a girl, or are you goin" to do without?"
"We are going to do without."
"I don"t see how you kin, with your mother sick and wantin" somebody to tend her."
"Maria and I do what"s to be done. Mamma doesn"t want us to get a girl."
"Maria and you!" said Miss Redwood, straightening up. "I want to know!
You and Maria. Why, I didn"t reckon Maria was a hand at them kind o"
things. What can she do, eh? I want to know! Things is curious in this world."
"Maria can do a good deal," said Matilda.
"And you can, too, can"t ye?" said Miss Redwood, with a benevolent smile at her little visitor, which meant all love and no criticism.
"I wish I knew how to do more," said Matilda. "I _could_, if I knew how. That"s what I came to ask you, Miss Redwood; won"t you tell me?"
"Tell you anything on arth," said the housekeeper. "What do you want to know, child?"
"I don"t know," said Matilda, knitting her brow. "I want to know how to _manage_."
Miss Redwood"s lips twitched, and her knitting needles flew.
"So there ain"t no one but you to manage?" she said, at length.
"Aunt Candy tells what is to be for breakfast and dinner. But I want to know how to _do_ things. What can one do with cold beefsteak, Miss Redwood?"
""Tain"t good for much," said the housekeeper. "Have you got some on hand?"
"No. We had, though."
"And what _did_ you do with it?"
"Maria and I put it in the oven to warm; and it spoiled the dish, and the meat was all dried up; and then I thought I would come and ask you.
And we tried to fry some potatoes this morning, and we didn"t know how, I think. They were not good."
"And so your breakfast all fell through; and there was a muss, I expect?"
"No; we had eggs; n.o.body knew anything about the beefsteak and the dish. But I want to know how to do."
"What ailed your potatoes?"
"They were too hard and too brown."
"I shouldn"t wonder! I declare, I "most think I"ve got into the middle of a fairy story somewhere. Did you ever hear about Cinderella, Tilly, and her little gla.s.s slipper?"
"Oh yes."
"Some people"s chariots and horses will find themselves turned into pun"kins some day; that is what _I_ believe."
"But about the potatoes?" said Matilda, who could not catch the connection of this speech.
"Well; she let "em be in too long. That was the trouble. If you want to have things right, you must take "em out when they are done, honey."
"But how can we tell when they are done?"
"Why, you know by just lookin at "em. There ain"t no great trouble about it; anyhow, there ain"t about potatoes. You just put some fat in a pan, and chop up your potatoes, and when the fat is hot clap "em in, and let "em frizzle round a spell; and then when they"re done you take "em up. Did you sprinkle salt in?"
"No."
"You must mind and sprinkle salt in, while they"re in the pan; without that they"ll taste kind o" flat."
"Aunt Erminia don"t like them chopped up. She wants them cut in thin slices and browned on both sides."
"Laws a ma.s.sy! why don"t she do "em so, then? what hinders her?" said the housekeeper, looking at Matilda. "I thought she was one o" them kind o" folks as don"t know nothing handy. Why don"t she do her own potatoes, and as brown as she likes, Tilly?"
"Mamma wants us to take care of things, Miss Redwood."
"Won"t let your aunt learn you, nother?" said Miss Redwood, sticking one end of her knitting-needle behind her ear, and slowly scratching with it, while she looked at Matilda.
"Aunt Candy does not like to do anything in the kitchen; and I would rather you would teach me, Miss Redwood--if you would."
"And can you learn Maria?"
"Oh yes."
"Well, come along; what do you want to know next?"
"I wish you"d teach me some time how to make gingerbread. And pies."
The housekeeper glanced at the clock, and then bade Matilda take oft"
her things.
"Now?" said Matilda, hesitating.
"You can"t do nothing any time but now," said Miss Redwood, as she put away her work in its basket. "You can _think_ of doing it; but if you ever come to doing it, you will find it is _now_."
"But is it convenient?"
"La, child, I don"t know what people mean by convenient. You look at it one way, and there is nothing convenient; and you look at it another way, and there is nothing but what is. Hang your things over that chair; and I"ll put an ap.r.o.n on you."
"But which way does it look this afternoon, Miss Redwood?"