Our treasure was warranted sober and honest. I am therefore willing to believe that she was in a fit when we found her under the boiler; and that the deficient tea-spoons were attributable to the dustman.
But she preyed upon our minds dreadfully. We felt our inexperience, and were unable to help ourselves. We should have been at her mercy, if she had had any; but she was a remorseless woman, and had none. She was the cause of our first little quarrel.
‘My dearest life,’ I said one day to Dora, ‘do you think Mary Anne has any idea of time?’
‘Why, Doady?’ inquired Dora, looking up, innocently, from her drawing.
‘My love, because it’s five, and we were to have dined at four.’
Dora glanced wistfully at the clock, and hinted that she thought it was too fast.
‘On the contrary, my love,’ said I, referring to my watch, ‘it’s a few minutes too slow.’
My little wife came and sat upon my knee, to coax me to be quiet, and drew a line with her pencil down the middle of my nose; but I couldn’t dine off that, though it was very agreeable.
‘Don’t you think, my dear,’ said I, ‘it would be better for you to remonstrate with Mary Anne?’
‘Oh no, please! I couldn’t, Doady!’ said Dora.