“In the morning, after breakfast, she picks up the papers and school books and toys and things the children leave around——”
“What children?”
“My other brothers and sisters. There’s Walter and Helen and Tommy and Barbara, but Jinny is our baby. When she gets things picked up she dusts the bottoms of the chairs and the legs of the tables. Then she helps mother make the beds. She can beat up the pillows and tuck the sheets neatly.”
“Isn’t there any chambermaid?”
“No. Then she studies her letters. She almost knows them. She goes to market with mother, and then she plays in the yard until dinner.”
“Max doesn’t go to market.”
Ann ignored that.
“Then the children troop in to dinner, from school. Such a scramble, such a wrestling, and shouting, and face washing! You ought to hear it.”
“But it’s lunch at noon,” corrected Isabelle.
“No; we have dinner.”