'
'She needna often be seen upstairs.'
'We'll set her to the walking every day.'
'There will be a many errands for her to run. We'll tell her to
take her time over them.'
'Three times she shall go to the kirk every Sabbath, and we'll egg
her on to attending the lectures in the hall.'
'She is sure to have friends in the town. We'll let her visit them
often.'
'If she dares to come into your room, mother!'
'Mind this, every one of you, servant or no servant, I fold all the
linen mysel.'
'She shall not get cleaning out the east room.'
'Nor putting my chest of drawers in order.'
'Nor tidying up my manuscripts.'
'I hope she's a reader, though. You could set her down with a
book, and then close the door canny on her.'
And so on. Was ever servant awaited so apprehensively? And then
she came - at an anxious time, too, when her worth could be put to
the proof at once - and from first to last she was a treasure. I
know not what we should have done without her.
CHAPTER IX - MY HEROINE.
When it was known that I had begun another story my mother might
ask what it was to be about this time.
'Fine we can guess who it is about,' my sister would say pointedly.
'Maybe you can guess, but it is beyond me,' says my mother, with
the meekness of one who knows that she is a dull person.
My sister scorned her at such times. 'What woman is in all his
books?' she would demand.
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