I asked her this morning if she didn't think she could find some way of remembering to put the salt on the table.

And she looked at me very solemnly, and said, 'Indeed, I will, miss.

I'll put it into my prayers, just after 'our daily bread.'" Mrs.Cross saw nothing in this but profanity.

She turned the attack on Bertha, who, by her soft way of speaking, simply encouraged the servants, she declared, in negligence and insolence.
"Look at it in this way, mother," replied the girl, as soon as she was suffered to speak.

"To be badly served is bad enough, in itself; why make it worse by ceaseless talking about it, so leaving ourselves not a moment of peace and quiet?
I'm sure I'd rather put the salt on the table myself at every meal, and think no more about it, than worry, worry, worry over the missing salt-cellars from one meal to the next.
Don't you feel, dear mother, that it's shocking waste of life ?" "What nonsense you talk, child! Are we to live in dirt and disorder?
Am I _never_ to correct a servant, or teach her her duties?
But of course everything _I_ do is wrong.