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The Young Housekeeper
by
“We must try and get some one that will do better,” said George.
“I don’t think that it will be of any use,” replied Emily. “We may as well try her another week.”
The truth was, she had had, for several days, a dim perception that the indolence she had indulged in since released from her mother’s influence, was not half so delightful as she had anticipated. Her physical and mental energies had remained so entirely quiescent, that she began to think it would be rather a luxury to be a little fatigued. She moreover half suspected that Deborah might, and would do better, if not embarrassed with that feeling of hurry and perplexity, which so many of what in colloquial phrase are sometimes termed slow-moulded people, experience when obliged to divide their attention among a variety of objects.
Monday morning, Emily determined that she would turn over a new leaf: and a bright leaf it proved to be. She told Deborah, that for the future she should take care of her own room, prepare the dessert, and starch and iron all the nicer articles.
“I am glad to hear you say so, ma’am, I am sure,” said Deborah, “for when I have to keep going from one thing to another, my head spins around like a top, and I can’t do a single thing as it ought to be done. How Pedy Breck got along so smooth and slick with the work, I don’t know, nor never shall. I can make as good light bread as ever was–I won’t give up to anybody–but when I made the last, my mind was all stirred up with a puddin’-stick as ’twere, and I couldn’t remember whether I put any yeast into it or not.”
From this time all went well. Deborah, in her slow way, proved to be a treasure. She told Emily that, “Give her time, nobody could beat her at a boiled dish, apple-dumplings, or a loaf of bread,” and the result proved that her words were no vain boast.”
“I have concluded to follow your advice,” said Emily, the next time she saw her mother, “and look into the kitchen occasionally.”
“I am glad to hear it, and I have no doubt that you will enjoy yourself much better for it.”
“I am certain that I shall–I do already. You can’t imagine what queer, fretful-looking lines were beginning to show themselves on George’s brow. He would have looked old enough for a grandfather in a few years, if I had gone on trying to realize the hope he expressed, that I would abstain from the performance of all household tasks. And I should have looked quite as old as he, I suspect, for I believe that the consciousness of neglected duties is one of the heaviest burdens which can be borne.”