"Sarah, are you very busy?"
"I've took the things up, miss, and now I've got to wash up the dinner things."
"Sarah," wheedlingly, "let me help you."
"Oh, no, miss, certainly not, and you oughter be upstairs, too."
"I don't wish to be there," with dignity settling herself on the table. "Sarah, haven't you any silver to clean now? I do like cleaning silver."
"Oh, no, miss, and you're making yourself dirty and all!"
A pause, while Sarah bustled about and the Atom watched her.
"Sarah," sternly issued the small voice, "I inquest you to give me some work at once!"
"Oh—oh, certingly, miss, yes, miss." Sarah, in a flurry, routed out some shining pots and pans and gave them to the Atom to dust. Sheila Pat took them and examined them carefully. There was a long silence, while Sarah made up the fire and left the room to fill the coal box. When she returned she saw the Atom sitting in stiff idleness beside her pots and pans.
"What, done them already, miss! Well, you 'ave been quick; and how nice and bright you've made them look, to be sure!"