"Are you not the girl I sent to Mrs. Parsons's as general servant?"
"Yes, mehm," said the candidate, taking tight hold of the old man's coat.
"I have a very bad account of you."
"Yes, mehm."
"Mrs. Tilson says you are idle and good for nothing."
"Yes, mehm."
The old man took her hand.
"She ain't berry well, mehm, sence we come t' Bosting. Mebbe she'll be better able by'm-by t' go where dere ain't eleben chillen and so much snow ter shubbel."
"You look anything but strong," said the President. "I'll try to find you an easier place. They all want easier places," she said, over her shoulder, to the domestic philanthropists.
"Hush! Hush! I'll tell de lady, honey, ef yer don' take an' cry."