And I knew another, a much clever girl at school,
with prettier ways to begin with, but--I'm sorry to say, her finger
were too clever, and it was not very happy ever after, though she did
right herself.' And then Aunt Jane went on to the difficulties of
having to deal with such quantities of pots and pans, and knives and
forks, and cloths and brushes, each with a use of its very own, just as
if she had been a scullery-maid herself; telling how sense and memory
must be brought to bear on these things just as much as in analyzing a
sentence, and how even those would not do without the higher motive of
faithfulness to Him whose servants we all are. Her finish was a
picture of the roving servant girl, always saying, 'I don't like it,'
and always seeking novelty, illustrated by her experience of a little
maid who left one place because she could not sleep alone, and another
because the little girl slept with her, a third because it was so
lonesome, and a fourth because it was so noisy, and quitted her fifth
within a half year because she could not eat twice cooked meat.
Aunt Jane varied her voice in the most comical way, and the girls, as
well as all her audience, laughed heartily.
'Bravo, Jenny!' said a voice close to her, and a gentleman with a
rather bald head, a fluffy, light beard touched with white, dancing
eyes, and a slim, youthful figure, was seen standing in the group.
Lady Merrifield and her sisters cried with one glad voice, 'Oh!
Rotherwood!' holding out their hands.
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