Lizzette ruminated a little: “Ees eet worth to you ze twenty dollars a week?”
“It is truly,” she answered, feeling a sense of relief that it was not Joseph’s usual weekly stipend of one hundred dollars.
“Eh bien!” said Lizzette, “I cannot go.”
“Lizzette, you break my heart. Why not, pray?”
“Because everysing go to ze waste here; mais, I haf ze plan for you. I find you une cuisinière a cet prix.”
“But ordinary cooks, you know, Lizzette, cannot earn more than five or six dollars a week.”
“I know; mais, zis von ees so très-bonne, I myself teach her. She lack ze experience, zat ees all. Elle à le genie sublime!”
“That may be; but such wages are too large to pay inexperience. I think you ought to get her cheaper.”
“Ees eet not,” asked Lizzette with a sly twinkle in her eyes, “zat le prix ees much sheaper zan you obtain Joseph?”
“Oh, of course; but Joseph was a noted chef.”