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“So, you just see,” she continued, “what you’ve got to manage. A household without any rule; where servants have it all their own way, do what they please, and have what they please, except so far as I, with my feeble health, have kept up government. I keep my cowhide about, and sometimes I do lay it on; but the exer- tion is always too much for me. If St. Clare would only have this thing done as others do-” “And how’s that?” “Why send them to the calaboose, or some of the other places to be flogged. That’s the only way. If I wasn’t such a poor, feeble piece, I believe I should man- age with twice the energy that St. Clare does.” “And how does St. Clare contrive to manage?” said Miss Ophelia. “You say he never strikes a blow.” “Well, men have a more commanding way, you know; it is easier for them; be- sides, if you ever looked full in his eye, it’s peculiar,- that eye,- and if he speaks decidedly, there’s a kind of flash. I’m afraid of it, myself; and the servants know they must mind. I couldn’t do as much by a regular storm and scolding as St. Clare can by one turn of his eye, if once he is in earnest. O, there’s no trouble about St. Clare; that’s the reason he’s no more feeling for me. But you’ll find, when you come to manage, that there’s no getting along without severity,- they are so bad, so deceitful, so lazy.” |
