“Yes, mother. Tildy is bringing it.”
“That’s right,” said Mrs. Howland. “What a hot day it is!” she continued.
“This room is stifling,” replied Maggie. “Do you mind if I pull down the Venetian blinds? That will keep some of the sun out.”
“The blinds are all broken,” said Mrs. Howland. “I have spoken to that woman Ross till I am tired, but she never will see to my wishes in any way.”
“I can’t imagine why we stay here, mother.”
“Oh! don’t begin your grumbles now,” said Mrs. Howland. “I have news for you when tea is over.”
Just then the drawing-room door was opened by means of a kick and a bump, and Tildy entered, weighed down by an enormous tea-tray. Maggie ran to prepare a table for its reception, and Tildy looked at her with eyes of fresh admiration. Mrs. Howland raised herself and also looked at the girl.
“Have you kept the cakes downstairs, and the muffins that I ordered, and the gooseberries?”
“No, um,” said Tildy. “I brought them up for Miss Maggie’s tea.” 80
“I told you they were not to be touched till Mr. Martin came.”