“What! you go, and not your cousin? I marvel if you about it know more dan she. And to see a pretty sight asks not much knowing.”
“I’m not going to slave myself, I can tell you!” replied Alexandra. “Phyllis must work. What else is she good for?”
Regina left the question unanswered. “Well, you leave Phyllis wid me; I have something to say to her—to tell her what she shall take, and how she must order herself. Den she come home and work her share—no more.”
The sisters saw that she meant it, and they obeyed, having no desire to make an enemy of the wealthy goldsmith’s daughter.
Chapter Three.
Who can she be?
“O thou child of many prayers!
Life hath quicksands—life hath snares.”
Longfellow.
“Now, sit you down on de bench,” said Regina, kindly. “Poor maid! you tremble, you are white. Ach! when folks shall do as dey should, dey shall not do as dey do no more. Now we shall have von pleasant talking togeder, you and I. You know de duties of de bower-woman? or I tell dem you?”