"What'll I do, Miss 'Lizabeth?" said the latter, in a tone that argued a somewhat dismal view of affairs.
"Anything you can find to do."
"Can't find nothin, —" said Clam, "'cept Karen. One corner of the house is filled enough with her; and the rest ha'n't got nothin' in it."
"Let Karen alone, and take care of your own business, Clam."
"If I knowed what 'twas," said the persevering damsel. "I can't make the beds, for there ain't none; nor set the furnitur to rights, for the rooms is 'stressed empty."
"You can let me alone, at all events. The rooms will have something in them before long. You know what to do as well as any one; — if you don't, ask Mr. Landholm."
"Guess I will!" said Clam; "when I want to feel foolisher than
I do. Did the furnitur come by the sloop?"
"No. Mr. Landholm will send some. I don't care anything about it."
"Ha! then if he's goin' to send it," said Clam turning away, "the place 'll have to be ready for it, I s'pose."
Mrs. Nettley appeared in Clam's place. Elizabeth was still sitting on the door-step, and though she knew by a side view that one had given place to the other, she did not seem to know it and sat looking straight before her at the sunny landscape.