"Eight bed-rooms!" repeated Mrs. Mitchell; "and only one housemaid for all of them! Why, however will she keep them all?"
"You may well ask that," said the housekeeper in a peculiar tone. "I'll show you over the house by and by, and you shall judge for yourself how Mary will manage it."
Juliet now returned.
"Well, how does he seem?"
"He seems pretty well," said Juliet; "and he was very kind."
"Ay, he's kind enough. Sugar, Mrs. Mitchell? Jam, Juliet? You are able to leave the little ones when you come out, I suppose?"
"Oh, yes," Mrs. Mitchell answered. "My second girl, Amy, is almost as big as Juliet, and a handy girl too. And you know we have no baby now."
"I know, I know," said the housekeeper. "So you did not feel much put about when Juliet was away from you?"
"Oh, no, not in that way."
"No, to be sure. Scones, Mrs. Mitchell? Milk, Juliet?"