9/16 "There was one here afore me, a nager woman named Phoebe, that must have been worse, from what I'm told." "Where I have lived," said La Fleur, "they have such women to cook for the farm laborers." "Beggin' your pardon, mum," said Molly, "that's what they are here, or th' same thing. Mr.Haverley, he works on the farm with a pitchfork, jest like the nager man." "Don't talk to me like that!" exclaimed La Fleur. I have lived enough among gentlemen to know them when I see them, and they can work and they can play and they can do what they please, and they are gentlemen still. Don't you ever speak that way, again, of your master." "I thought I had heard, mum," said Molly, "that you looked down on tradespeople and the loike." "Tradespeople!" said the other, scornfully. |