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OLD TOM AND NANCY.
In the little attic room Nancy swept and scrubbed vigorously, paying particular attention to the corners.

There were times, indeed, when the vigor she put into her work was more of a relief to her feelings than it was an ardor to efface dirt--Nancy, in spite of her frightened submission to her mistress, was no saint.
"I--just--wish--I could--dig--out the corners--of--her--soul!" she muttered jerkily, punctuating her words with murderous jabs of her pointed cleaning-stick.

"There's plenty of 'em needs cleanin' all right, all right! The idea of stickin' that blessed child 'way off up here in this hot little room--with no fire in the winter, too, and all this big house ter pick and choose from! Unnecessary children, indeed! Humph!" snapped Nancy, wringing her rag so hard her fingers ached from the strain; "I guess it ain't CHILDREN what is MOST unnecessary just now, just now!" For some time she worked in silence; then, her task finished, she looked about the bare little room in plain disgust.
"Well, it's done--my part, anyhow," she sighed.

"There ain't no dirt here--and there's mighty little else.