She was equal to herself and going to run herself, and when she said good-morning to Mrs. Groves she left that lady in a very perplexed state of mind as to whether she had done well to engage a girl with Sherry’s face and manner, and who had never been in any kind of service.
“I can dismiss her if I do not like her,” she thought, and as she was the first she had accepted, she wrote her down in her book, “Fanny Sherman, Buford, Massachusetts, No. 1. Seems capable but airy, with her head too high. There is something behind, but trust me to manage her!”
Mrs. Pledger was not expecting Sherry, but she was thinking about her as she sat darning Joel’s socks in her basement kitchen and watching the soup simmering on the range. As usual, Huldah was out; she generally was in the afternoon, and evening both, for that matter. Mrs. Pledger’s humanitarian principles carrying her so far as to think a poor girl who worked in the basement all the morning should have a good share of the rest of the day for fresh air and recreation.
“Now, for the land’s sake, who can that be, and Huldah gone!” she said, as Sherry’s ring echoed through the house. “Miss Ellett, I do believe, and she’s come for my subscription to the Humane Society. She always catches me in my everyday clothes. I’ll whip off my big apron anyway.”
She took off her apron, and hurrying up the stairs opened the door to Sherry.
“For goodness’ sake,” she exclaimed, “where did you drop from? Think of angels,—you know the rest, and I was thinking of you. Come in and take off your things. Have you come shopping?” she continued, with a feeling of disquiet as she thought that if Sherry went shopping she must go with her and see that she did not spend her money foolishly.
“Shopping!” Sherry repeated. “No, indeed! I’ve nothing to shop with, but I’m going to have as much as forty dollars. Think of it!” and very rapidly she told of her plan and asked what her aunt thought of it.
“And so you are going out to work?” Mrs. Pledger said, and her under jaw dropped a little, as if she did not quite know whether she liked it or not.
She had been much pleased with Sherry during the two weeks she had been her guest, and had often thought of inviting her again for a longer visit and including Kate in the invitation. But the habits of years are not easily broken, and she shrank from anything which would change her quiet ways as two young girls would do.
“Too much trouble, and costly, too,” she said to herself, thinking of the expense when Sherry was with them the previous year.