“Katie, you must remember about little pitchers,” cautioned some one.
“Well—that’s a nice little girl and I don’t believe she’d carry tales. Ellen said she wouldn’t take care of those babies for ten dollars a week. And what’s this child ever going to do––”
“Mr. Borden is a nice kind of a man and when he’s around that Jack behaves like a little gentleman, and the ladies do very well; they’re pleasant and don’t put on airs. But what they’ll do with those twins––” 148
“Well, they won’t always be getting teeth. It’s a hard time with babies.”
And so they gossiped while they washed dishes and set the kitchen in order for morning. If they had ever been Cinderella they had forgotten about it.
CHAPTER VIII
A NEW GLIMPSE OF SERVITUDE
Marilla wandered about a little. The stars were coming out and afar off the wood robin was singing his low sweet song. The dew was scattering the fragrance of flower and shrub and she drew in long breaths of it that seemed to revive her. Was Miss Armitage sitting at the organ and evoking the music that stirred one’s very being and made you wish unutterable things? And would Dr. Richards go to comfort some poor patient tomorrow?