The things we do!

The lonely folk are as trusting and kindly as could be.
Olga laughs when I make a little jest about the machine. I noted that
neither of them asked how much the thing cost, though I had told them it
was for sale. They looked on it as hopelessly beyond their reach. But they
could still take a delight in seeing it work.
I hinted that Olga really ought to have a machine like that, seeing she'd
got the way of it so neatly all at once.
Her mother answered it would have to wait till she'd been out in service
for a bit.
Was she going out in service?
Why, yes, she hoped so, anyway. Both her other daughters were in service,
and doing well--thank God. Olga would be meeting them at church in the
morning.
There was a little cracked mirror hanging on one of the walls, on the
other a few cheap prints had been tacked up--pictures of soldiers on
horseback and royalties with a great deal of finery. One of these pictures
is old and frayed. It is a portrait of the Empress Eugenie, and evidently
not a recent purchase.


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