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"As to your leaving," she said, changing the subject, while Myrtella vented her wrath on the flies, "you know you have wanted to go for months. It was only your goodness that made you come out here with us after you had saved money enough to start your boarding-house. We haven't been paying you enough, I know that, and and we haven't enough to go on even as we are."
Gooch told me to; but it doesn't balance. We'll just have to keep on cutting down expenses until it does." "An' you are going to begin on me," said Myrtella furiously, "an' git in some onery nigger that'll carry home more in a basket than my wages would come to!" "No, Myrtella; we are going to try to do the work ourselves." "You mean you are!
Wyeth believes he can cure him if they can ever get him into the Children's Hospital. Why can't we " she checked herself, and sat looking off to the hills across the river. "Myrtella, I've got to tell you something," she began again desperately, "I've been trying to tell you all day, but I didn't know how. You have been so good to us, all through the Doctor's illness, and before.
Considering the fact that the rear room was a composite kitchen, laundry, dining-room, pantry, coal house and cellar, the glances with which Myrtella swept the chamber and its one occupant, might have been a trifle less severe. It was a glance in which her individual abhorrence of dirt combined with her racial disapproval of "in-laws."
Norah shrugged her shoulders: "It would be a cold day that'd see anybody makin' me do the cookin' and nursin', and sewin' for a family of four, for five dollars a week!" Myrtella glared at her across the ironing board: "Who said anybody was makin' me? I'm paid to do the cookin' and housework in this house, and if I see fit to light in and boss things 'round a bit, it's my own business.
I am going to wear it this afternoon." "It's too early to wear summer clothes," Myrtella announced, continuing her ironing. "I never sewed the buttons on a purpose, so 's you couldn't wear it." "Well I will wear it! I am going right straight up stairs and pin it on." As the door slammed, Myrtella turned a beaming face on Norah: "It ain't hemmed!" she said with satisfaction.
"If my sister Myrtella knowed the half of what we was passin' through she wouldn't continue to steel her heart against us." "Myrtella's heart's all right," said Miss Lady cheerfully; "she takes care of Chick, doesn't she?" "She does, mam, in a way. But there's heavy expenses on a pore man with a family. Mrs. Flathers now ain't been able to have a see-ance since before the baby come.
In some subtle way he made the favor all on the side of the recipient; he gave the donor, as it were, a chance to acquire merit. But Myrtella wore the armor of experience. "No, I ain't!" she said, taking a firmer grasp on her bag. "I'm payin' the grocery man now, and buyin' clothes for Chick. What good does it do? I no more than git his hide covered than you go and sell the clothes offen his back.
Then she placed it on a corner of the stove where its imposing dignity produced a momentary impression upon even the flinty Myrtella. "How much?" she demanded heartlessly. "A quarter down, and ten cents a week." Maria sighed.
His professional reputation was at stake. Never could he face the gang on Billy-goat Hill, if he failed to fleece this lamb that Providence had so clearly thrust in his way. Meanwhile Myrtella was exercising an elder sister's prerogative on the back steps, and bestowing upon her brother what she modestly called a piece of her mind.
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