"
This depressed and depressing frame of mind had lasted until th
eventful day dawned on which Rebecca was to arrive.
"If she makes as much work after she comes as she has before, we
might as well give up hope of ever gettin' any rest," sighed
Miranda as she hung the dish towels on the barberry bushes at the
side door.
"But we should have had to clean house, Rebecca or no Rebecca,"
urged Jane; "and I can't see why you've scrubbed and washed and
baked as you have for that one child, nor why you've about bought
out Watson's stock of dry goods."
"I know Aurelia if you don't," responded Miranda. "I've seen her
house, and I've seen that batch o' children, wearin' one
another's clothes and never carin' whether they had 'em on right
side out or not; I know what they've had to live and dress on,
and so do you. That child will like as not come here with a
bundle o' things borrowed from the rest o' the family. She'll
have Hannah's shoes and John's undershirts and Mark's socks most
likely. I suppose she never had a thimble on her finger in her
life, but she'll know the feelin' o' one before she's been here
many days. I've bought a piece of unbleached muslin and a piece
o' brown gingham for her to make up; that'll keep her busy. Of
course she won't pick up anything after herself; she probably
never saw a duster, and she'll be as hard to train into our ways
as if she was a heathen.
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