Part 1, Chapter XIV.
The Professor’s Return.
When Sunday morning dawned the place was, according to Hannah’s ideas, in perfect order. She had not got in any one to help her, and I am afraid she must have been nearly dropping with fatigue. She allowed me to dust a little, but would not permit me to do any harder work.
“No, no,” she said—“no, no; you’re the young lady, and I’m a poor drudge. It’s right that the drudge should work, and not the young lady.”
I proceeded to try to remind her that she had not considered my young ladyhood much in the past.
“Things is different now,” said Hannah. “I have got to look after you now.”
“But why so?” I asked.
“I had a dream in the night,” she said. “Your poor mother come to me, and she said, ‘Don’t leave my children, Hannah.’ Oh dear! oh dear! she as was killed—as was killed!”