"Yes, that is always the way. The drudgery always comes to my share," thought Marion, indignantly. "Just as if I could not sit with Therese and manage her just as well as Aunt Barbara!"
[CHAPTER VIII.]
"LEFT, BUT NOT ALONE."
"I WILL help you with the work, Marion," said Mrs. Campbell, coming down after having put her hat away and changed her dress.
"Thank you, Aunt Christian; I can do it myself," answered Marion, proudly. "Since it is all I am considered fit for, I may as well give myself to it."
Mrs. Campbell took no notice of this remark; but going into the milk-room, she began putting away the milk which Alick and the hired man were bringing in.
"In Scotland, now, it would be you and I who would be milking," said she to Marion as she came out with a pile of pans in her hands. "Milking there is work for lassies, and not for men. Baby and I used always to milk in my mother's time; don't you remember, Alick?"
"Marion doesn't like to milk," said Alick. "Either she thinks it beneath her dignity, or else she is afraid of the cows, I don't know which."
Alick spoke playfully, but his words hurt still more Marion's already wounded vanity—her feelings, she would have said. She did not say a word, but went about her work in sulky silence, till Miss Baby came out of the sickroom with some dishes in her hands.
"Well, Marie dear, how are you getting on?" said she, pleasantly.