I look feeble, don't I?"
Miss Lady glanced at the massive figure with brawny arms akimbo, and
smiled.
"Well, what's the trouble then?" she asked kindly. "Why do you want to
leave?"
Myrtella's eyes shifted as she rubbed some imaginary dust from the
door:
"I ain't used to working fer a lady that don't take no holt. It don't
seem natural, and it leaves folks room to talk."
"But I thought you wanted to have full charge and run things just as
you have done in the past."
"Well, it don't look right fer you not to be givin' me no orders, nor
rowin' the grocery man, nor lightin' into nobody. If folks didn't know
better they'd think you wasn't used to bein' a lady!"
Miss Lady bit her lip to keep from laughing. "I'll be only too glad
to keep house, only I don't know much about it. Aunt Caroline and
Uncle Jimpson did everything out home, and you've done everything
here."
"Well, I ain't goin' to no longer," said Myrtella firmly. "If you want
to light in and learn, I'll learn you. But I ain't going to stay
except on one condition, you got to take a holt of everything! You got
to lock things up and give me out what I need.
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