But, Polly," said she, changing the subject, "where do you intend to go and how ?" "To my brother Sam's," said Polly.

"He lives three miles in the country, and I've sent Robin to the village for a horse and wagon to carry my things." Here Mrs.Hamilton entered the kitchen, followed by a strapping Irish girl, nearly six feet in height.

Her hair, flaming red, was twisted round a huge back comb; her faded calico dress came far above her ankles; her brawny arms were folded one over the other; and there was in her appearance something altogether disagreeable and defiant.

Mrs.
Hamilton introduced her as Ruth, her new cook, saying she hoped she would know enough to keep her place better than her predecessor had done.
Aunt Polly surveyed her rival from head to foot, and then glancing aside to Lenora, muttered, "Low-lived, depend on't." Robin now drove up with the wagon, and Mrs.Hamilton and Lenora left the room, while Polly went to prepare herself for her ride.

Her sleeping apartment was in the basement and communicated with the kitchen.