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“Now, there’s no way with servants,” said Marie, “but to put them down, and keep them down. It was always natural to me, from a child. Eva is enough to spoil a whole houseful. What she will do when she comes to keep house herself, I’m sure I don’t know. I hold to being kind to servants-I always am; but you must make ‘em know their place. Eva never does; there’s no getting into the child’s head the first beginning of an idea what a servant’s place is! You heard her offer- ing to take care of me nights, to let Mammy sleep! That’s just a specimen of the way the child would be doing all the time, if she was left to herself.” “Why,” said Miss Ophelia, bluntly, “I suppose you think your servants are hu- man creatures, and ought to have some rest when they are tired.” “Certainly, of course. I’m very particular in letting them have everything that comes convenient,- anything that doesn’t put one at all out of the way, you know. Mammy can make up her sleep, some time or other; there’s no difficulty about that. She’s the sleepiest concern that ever I saw; sewing, standing, or sitting, that creature will go to sleep, and sleep anywhere and everywhere. No danger but Mammy gets sleep enough. But this treating servants as if they were exotic flow- ers, or china vases, is really ridiculous,” said Marie, as she plunged languidly into the depths of a voluminous and pillowy lounge, and drew towards her an elegant cut-glass vinaigrette. “You see,” she continued, in a faint and lady-like voice, like the last dying breath of an Arabian jessamine or something equally ethereal, “you see, Cousin Ophelia, I don’t often speak of myself. It isn’t my habit; it isn’t agreeable to me. |
