But then, of course, the Wachners were very little at home.
"And now I will get tea," said Madame Wachner triumphantly.
"Will you not let me help you ?" asked Sylvia, timidly.

"I love making tea--every Englishwoman loves making tea." She had no wish to be left in this dull, ugly little drawing-room by herself.
"Oh, but your pretty dress! Would it not get 'urt in the kitchen ?" cried Madame Wachner deprecatingly.
But she allowed Sylvia to follow her into the bright, clean little kitchen, of which the door was just opposite the drawing-room.
"What a charming little _cuisine_!" cried Sylvia smiling.

She was glad to find something that she could honestly praise, and the kitchen was, in truth, the pleasantest place in the house, exquisitely neat, with the brass _batterie de cuisine_ shining and bright.

"Your day servant must be an exceptionally clean woman." "Yes," said Madame Wachner, in a rather dissatisfied tone, "she is well enough.

But, oh, those French people, how eager they are for money! Do you suppose that woman ever stays one minute beyond her time?
No, indeed!" Even as she spoke she was pouring water into a little kettle, and lighting a spirit lamp.