LITMIR.BIZ

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smile on her face, said—

      "If you have no objections, ma'am, I would like to run home for a few minutes to nurse my baby and give the children something to eat. I'll make up the time."

      "Go by all means," I replied, with an effort to speak calmly.

      The woman turned, and went quickly away.

      "Run home to nurse the baby and give the children something to eat!" The words went through and through me. So unexpected a request, revealing, as it did, the existence of such biting poverty in one who was evidently bearing her hard lot without a murmur, made me feel ashamed of myself for complaining at things which I ought to have borne with a cheerful spirit. I had a comfortable, in fact a luxurious, home, a kind and provident husband, and servants to do every thing in my house. There was no lack of the means for procuring every natural good I might reasonably desire. But, between the means and the attainment of the natural blessings I sought, there were many obstacles; and, instead of going to work in a cheerful, confident spirit to remove those obstacles, I suffered their interposition to make me unhappy; and not me alone, but my husband and all around me. But here was a poor woman, compelled to labour hard with her hands before she could obtain even the means for supplying nature's most pressing wants, doing her duty with an earnest, resigned, and hopeful spirit!

      "It is wicked in me to feel as I do," I could not help saying, as I made an effort to turn away from the picture that was before me.

      When Mrs. Partridge came back, which was in about half an hour, I said to her—

      "Did you find all safe at home?"

      "Yes, ma'am, thank you," she answered cheerfully.

      "How old is your baby?"

      "Eleven months old, ma'am."

      "Is your husband living?"

      "No, ma'am; he died more than a year ago."

      "How many children have you?"

      "Four."

      "All young?"

      "Yes, ma'am. The oldest is only in her tenth year, but she is a good little girl, and takes care of the baby for me almost as well as a grown person. I don't know what I would do without her."

      "But ain't you afraid to leave them all at home alone, for so long a time?"

      "No, ma'am. Jane takes excellent care of them, and she is so kind that they will obey her as well as they do me. I don't know what in the world I would do without her. I am certainly blessed in having so good a child."

      "And only in her tenth year!" said I—the image of my Alice coming before my mind, with the thought of the little use she would be as a nurse and care-taker of her younger brothers and sisters.

      "She is young, I know," returned the washerwoman—"too young to be confined down as much as she is. But then she is a very patient child, and knows that her mother has a great deal to do. I often wish it was easier for her; though, as it can't be helped, I don't let it fret me, for you know that would do no good."

      "But how in the world, Mrs. Partridge," said I, "do you manage to provide for four children, and do for them at the same time?"

      "I find it hard work," she replied; "and sometimes I feel discouraged for a little while; but by patience and perseverance I manage to get along."

      Mrs. Partridge went to her washing, and I sat down in my comfortable room, having a servant in every department of my family, and ample means for the supply of every comfort and luxury I could reasonably desire.

      "If she can get along by patience and perseverance," said I to myself, "it's a shame for me that I can't." Still, for all this, when I thought of losing my cook through the bad influence of Netty, the chambermaid, I felt worried; and thinking about this, and what I should do for another cook, and the trouble always attendant upon bringing a new domestic into the house, made me, after a while, feel almost as unhappy as before. It was not long before Netty came into my room, saying, as she did so—

      "Mrs. Smith, what frock shall I put on Alice?"

      "The one with a blue sprig," I replied.

      "That's in the wash," was answered.

      "In the wash!" said I, in a fretful tone. "How came it in the wash?"

      "It was dirty."

      "No, it wasn't any such thing. It would have done very well for her to put on as a change to-day and to-morrow."

      "Well, ma'am, it's in the wash, and no help for it now," said Netty, quite pertly.

      I was dreadfully provoked with her, and had it on my tongue to order her to leave my presence instantly. But I choked down my rising indignation.

      "Take the red and white one, then," said I.

      "The sleeve's nearly torn off of that. There isn't any one that she can wear except her white muslin."

      "Oh dear! It's too bad! What shall I do? The children are all in rags and tatters!"

      And in this style I fretted away for three or four minutes, while Netty stood waiting for my decision as to what Alice was to wear.

      "Shall she put on the white muslin?" she at length asked.

      "No, indeed! Certainly not! A pretty condition she'd have it in before night! Go and get me the red and white frock, and I will mend it. You aught to have told me it was torn this morning. You knew there was nothing for the child to put on ut this. I never saw such a set as you are!"

      Netty flirted away, grumbling to herself. When she came in, she threw the frock into my lap with manner so insolent and provoking that I could hardly keep from breaking out upon her and rating her soundly. One thing that helped to restrain me was the recollection of sundry ebullitions of a like nature that had neither produced good effects nor left my mind in a state of much self-respect or tranquillity.

      I repaired the torn sleeve, while Netty stood by. It was the work of but five minutes.

      "Be sure," said I, as I handed the garment to Netty, "to see that one of Alice's frocks is ironed first thing to-morrow morning."

      The girl heard, of course, but she made no answer. That was rather more of a condescension than she was willing to make just then.

      Instead of thinking how easily the difficulty of the clean frock for Alice had been gotten over, I began fretting myself because I had not been able to procure a seamstress, although the children were "all in rags and tatters."

      "What is to be done?" I said, half crying, as I began to rock myself backward and forward in the great rocking-chair. "I am out of all heart." For an hour I continued to rock and fret myself, and then came to the desperate resolution to go to work and try what I could do with my own hands. But where was I to begin? What was I to take hold of first? All the children were in rags.

      "Not one of them has a decent garment to his back," said I.

      So, after worrying for a whole hour about what I should do, and where I should begin, I abandoned the idea of attempting any thing myself, in despair, and concluded the perplexing debate by taking another hearty crying-spell. The poor washerwoman was forgotten during most of this afternoon. My own troubles were too near the axis of vision, and shut out all other objects.

      The dusky twilight had begun to fall, and I was still sitting idly in my chamber, and as unhappy as I could be. I felt completely discouraged. How was I to get along? I had been trying for weeks, in vain, to get a good seamstress; and yet had no prospect of obtaining one. I was going to lose my cook, and, in all probability, my chambermaid. What would I do? No light broke in through the cloudy veil that overhung my mind. The door opened, and Agnes, who had come up to my room, said—

      "Mrs. Partridge is done."

      I took out my purse, and had selected therefrom the change necessary to pay the washerwoman, when a thought of her caused me to say—

      "Tell Mrs. Partridge to come up and see me."

      My thoughts and feelings were changing. By the time the washerwoman came in, my interest in her was alive again.

      "Sit down," said I, to the tired-looking creature

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