Joanna looked on in amazement.
“Is the senhora going to iron?” she said.
“There is a heap of clothes, and Juliana alone cannot finish them,” returned her mistress.
She installed herself in the laundry, and was engaged in ironing some article belonging to Jorge, when Juliana made her appearance, with her hat on.
“Are you going out?” exclaimed Luiza.
“I came to tell the mistress; it is unavoidable.”
And she began to button her black gloves.
“But who is going to starch the shirts?”
“I am going out,” replied the other, curtly.
“But for Heaven’s sake who is going to starch the shirts?”