I ain't agoing to have
Mimy Lawson, nor nobody else, poking all round into every hole
and corner, and turning every cheese upside down to see what's
under it. There ain't one of 'em too good for it, and they
shan't have a chance. They'll be streaking here, a dozen of
'em, to help take care of the house; but I don't care what
becomes of the house; I won't have anybody in it. Promise me
you won't let Mr. Van Brunt bring any one here to help; I know
I can trust you to do what I tell you; promise me!"
Ellen promised, a good deal gratified at her aunt's last
words; and once more asked if she could do anything for her.
"Oh, I don't know!" said Miss Fortune, flinging herself back
on her pillow; — "I don't care what you do, if you only keep
the house clear. There's the clothes in the basket under the
table downstairs — you might begin to iron 'em; they're only
rough dry. But don't come asking me about anything; I can't
bear it. — Ellen, don't let a soul go into the buttery except
yourself. — And, Ellen! I don't care if you make me a little
catnip-tea: the catnip's up in the store-room — the furthest
door in the back attic — here's the keys. Don't go to fussing
with anything else there."
Ellen thought the prospect before her rather doleful when she
reached the kitchen. It was in order, to be sure, and clean;
but it looked as if the mistress was away.
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