"Indeed, no! I am nineteen."
"Nineteen, dearie—lor', an' you s' small an' all—"
"I am five feet three—almost!"
"Are ye, dearie—lor'! But then I'm s' big, most other folks seems small to me—'specially men—men is all children—'specially my man. Which do mind me. Sammy," she called, "go into the wash'us an' let Susie pump on ye. Susie, jest you pump water on your master's 'ead—this moment."
"Yes, ma'm!" And presently sure enough, from somewhere adjacent rose the clank of a pump to the accompaniment of much splashing and gasping.
"That'll do, Susie!"
"Yes, ma'm."
"Now you, Sammy, go an' lie down—this moment. 'E'll be all right arter this, dearie. Susie!"
"Yes, ma'm."
"Go light a fire for this young genelman in Number Four. This moment."