“The creature has absolutely nothing to do, and what she does she spoils.”
Mollie came in with a look of mutiny on her face.
“Look at that fire,” said Herbert fiercely.
“I am looking at it,” said Mollie.
“Why don’t you do your work properly? See to the beastly thing, can’t you?”
Mollie folded her arms and spoke firmly.
“If you please, sir, wild horses won’t make me touch it again.”
“It’s not a question of horse-power,” said Herbert. “Go and get an old newspaper and hold it in front of the bars.”
“I am just in the middle of the sandwiches,” said Mollie.
“Well, get out of them, then,” said Herbert.