Their rooms were few, and there was not much in them, but all that had to be done fell to Huldah to do.

Emma Smith never put her hand to anything, not even to wash a dish, cook a meal, or make her own bed.

She needed a great deal of waiting on, too, and was very fretful.

She did not like to be left alone, even while Huldah went out to do the errands; and on the days when the poor child had to go to Belmouth to deliver her work, or get more raffia, Aunt Emma had always a very bad turn, and an attack of melancholy.
It was quite pathetic to see the way she clung to the little waif she had treated so cruelly when she had her in her power.

She wanted no one but Huldah now, and she wanted her always.