“Of course. It’s their duty. If you cannot work in the house you’ll never work out of it—not in a proper spirit.”
“What is their work in the house?”
“Well, it’s the usual work that you’ve seen going on this morning, and anything else that may occur. Then, of course, we have lessons with our mothers, and they take up the afternoons, and the evenings from tea to bed-time we have entirely to ourselves.”
“And which part of the day do you like best?”
“I don’t know. I like them all.”
“You have no sisters or brothers?” I questioned.
She shook her head thoughtfully.
“I have one sister,” she answered. “But at times she goes away and leaves us, and we are lonely till she comes again. Moonbeam used to have a brother, but he went away to school a long time ago. He used to be very good at making beds.”
“Making beds!” I repeated.
“Why not?” she inquired.