"I don't know," said she in a
desponding voice; "what will become of the clothes, but if they are all
spoiled I can't bring them in, for my head aches as though it would
split." It was with fear and trembling that I came forward, and offered
to get the clothes-basket and bring in the clothes. She looked at me
with astonishment, saying, "a pretty sight the clothes will be by the
time you bring them in, and then the lines will be broken into fifty
pieces; no, no, let them hang and take their chance in the rain; I can't
any more than have to wash them all over again." "Please let me go,
aunty," said I, "I will handle the clothes very carefully, and I
certainly will not break the lines." Touched in spite of herself by my
desire to assist her she gave me the basket, saying, "now do pray be
careful and not destroy every thing you put your hands on," and again
seated herself with a troubled countenance to await my return. She was
often inclined to think that nothing could be done properly about the
house which was not performed by her own hands.
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