The bones stuck up straight a few inches above the ground, all along the edge of the bed, and the marrow cavity of each one was filled with earth in which she had planted seeds.
"'These,' she says, 'will spring up and look beautiful,'" said Euphemia; "they have that style of thing in her country." "Then let her take them off with her to her country," I exclaimed.
"No, no," said Euphemia, hurriedly, "don't kick them out.

It would only wound her feelings.

She did it all for the best, and thought it would please me to have such a border around my bed.

But she is too independent, and neglects her proper work.

I will give her a week's notice and get another servant.