"Wages?" sighed Miss Joy. "They sound good to me."
"To think of wages sounding good to you, Miss Joy!"
"But they do. I'd do almost anything for money."
"Ye would not, Miss Joy."
"You don't know me."
"I know well that you could 'a' had Mr. Ludlow for the taking, and him nearly as rich as me Poor Boy."
"So I could," said Miss Joy, "and perhaps I shall marry him after all."
"What!" exclaimed Martha. "Marry that old devil! Tell me ye'd sooner starve—or—get out of me tub, and take yourself off!"
Old Martha rose hurriedly with a squeak of dismay, and rushed to close the door between the bedroom and the sitting-room. She returned breathing fast.
"They were knocking with the dinner," she explained, "and all the doors open! Ye've soaked long enough, deary. Come out."