“My trouble was,” said another, who had been in a cotton-mill and gone into the home of one of the mill-owners as chambermaid, “I hadn’t any place that I could be alone a minute. We were poor at home, and four of us worked in the mill, but I had a little room all my own, even if it didn’t hold much. In that splendid big house the servants’ room was over the kitchen,—hot and close in summer, and cold in winter, and four beds in it. We five had to live there together, with only two bureaus and a bit of a closet, and one washstand for all. There was no chance to keep clean or your things in nice order, or anything by yourself, and I gave up. Then I went into a little family and tried general housework, and the mistress taught me a great deal, and was good and kind, only there the kitchen was a dark little place and my room like it, and I hadn’t an hour in anything that was pleasant and warm. A mistress might see, you’d think, when a girl was quiet and fond of her home, and treat her different from the kind that destroy everything; but I suppose the truth is, they’re worn out with that kind and don’t make any difference. It’s hard to give up your whole life to somebody else’s orders, and always feel as if you was looked at over a wall like; but so it is, and you won’t get girls to try it, till somehow or other things are different.”
Last on the record came a young woman born in Pennsylvania in a fairly well-to-do farmer’s house.
“I like house-work,” she said. “There’s nothing suits me so well. We girls never had any money, nor mother either, and so I went into a water-cure near the Gap and stayed awhile. Now the man that run it believed in all being one family. He called the girls helpers, and he fixed things so’t each one had some time to herself every day, and he tried to teach ’em all sorts of things. The patients were cranky to wait on, but you felt as if you was a human being, anyhow, and had a chance. Well, I watched things, and I said it was discouraging, sure enough. I tried to do a square day’s work, but two-thirds of ’em there shirked whenever they could; half did things and then lied to cover their tracks. I was there nine months, and I learned better’n ever I knew before how folks ought to live on this earth. And I said to myself the fault wasn’t so much in the girls that hadn’t ever been taught; it was in them that didn’t know enough to teach ’em. A girl thought it was rather pretty and independent, and showed she was somebody, to sling dishes on the table, and never say ‘ma’am’ nor ‘sir,’ and dress up afternoons and make believe they hadn’t a responsibility on earth. They hadn’t sense enough to do anything first-rate, for nobody had ever put any decent ambition into ’em. It isn’t to do work well; it’s to get somehow to a place where there won’t be any more work. So I say that it’s the way of living and thinking that’s all wrong; and that as soon as you get it ciphered out and plain before you that any woman, high or low, is a mean sneak that doesn’t do everything in the best way she can possibly learn, and that doesn’t try to help everybody to feel just so, why, things would stop being crooked and folks would get along well enough. Don’t you think so?”
How far the energetic speaker had solved the problem must be left to the reader, for whom there still certain unconsidered phases, all making part of the arraignment, scouted by those who are served, but more and more distinct and formidable in the mind of the server.
CHAPTER TWENTIETH.
MORE PROBLEMS OF DOMESTIC SERVICE.
Though the testimony given in the preceding chapter on this topic includes the chief objection to be made by the class of workers who would seem to be most benefited by accepting household service, there remain still one or two phases seldom mentioned, but forming an essential portion of the argument against it. They belong, not to the order we have had under consideration, but to that below it from which the mass of domestic servants is recruited, and with which the housekeeper must most often deal.
The phases encountered here are born of the conditions of life in the cities and large towns; and denied as they may be by quiet householders whose knowledge of life is bounded by their own walls, or walls enclosing neighbors of like mind, they exist and face at once all who look below the surface. The testimony of the class itself might be open to doubt. The testimony of the physicians whose work lies among them, or in the infirmaries to which they come, cannot be impugned. Shirk or deny facts as we may, it is certain that in the great cities, save for the comparatively small proportion of quiet homes where old methods still prevail, household service has become synonymous with the worst degradation that comes to woman. Women who have been in service, and remained in it contentedly until marriage, unite in saying that things have so changed that only here and there is a young girl safe, and that domestic service is the cover for more licentiousness than can be found in any other trade in which women are at work.