I'm sure I can't keep the house, and see to the
servants, and take care of you children, and besides wait on that
exacting young one. 'Tain't in human nature to do it--anyway, 'tain't
in me. And Dave's temper's at the bottom of the whole thing; he won't
have Guiseppi or any other Italian I could get, and he's just worn out
the patience of his French vally till he got disgusted and wouldn't put
up with it any longer for love nor money. His father's got to go, and
who is to take care of that boy?"
Mehitabel's voice actually quivered. The children had never seen her
so moved; the differences of the morning were all forgotten, and they
crowded about her, their little faces full of loving sympathy. "I wish
I could help you, Hitty," said Kate, patting the old housekeeper's
hand. "Is mansage treatment a kind of medicine 'cause if it is I might
give it to Dave--you know I drop mamma's medicine for her sometimes."
"No, child, mansage is a certain way of rubbing the body, and it needs
more strength and skill than you've got.
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