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At the third platform she scrambled over a wash-tub and a dozen plaster casts of Pocahontas, Mr. Snawdor's latest venture in industry, and crawled through the window into the kitchen. It was evident at a glance that Mrs. Snawdor had at last found that long-talked-of day off and had utilized it in cleaning up. The room didn't look natural in its changed condition. Neither did Mrs.
Snawdor's beckoning finger, he came to the door. "This here is Nance Molloy," said Mrs. Snawdor by way of introduction. "She's about growed up sence you seen her. We come to see about gittin' her a job." Nance, looking at the strange, stern face above her, withdrew the hand she had held out.
I am ready to quit." When Mrs. Snawdor arrived, she swept all domestic problems impatiently aside. "Fer goodness' sake don't come tellin' me no more hard-luck tales. Ain't I got troubles enough of my own? Nance, soon 's you git through, go git me a bucket of beer, an' if you see any of the Gormans, say I'll stop in this evenin' on my way to work."
With great effort she wrote her note while Nance stood sullenly by, looking over her shoulder. "You spelled teacher's name with a little letter," Nance muttered. "I done it a-purpose," said Mrs. Snawdor vindictively, "I ain't goin' to spell her with a capital; she ain't worth it."
Lobelia ain't strong like me. I tell you she ain't goin' to do home finishing, not while I'm here." "Well, somebody's got to do it," said Mrs. Snawdor. "You can settle it between you." Nance held out until the middle of January; then in desperation she went back to the Lavinskis. The rooms looked just as she had left them, and the whirring machines seemed never to have stopped.
An' here I been fer goin' on ten years, tryin' to save up to have my own eye-teeth drawed an' decent ones put in. Snawdor promised when we got married that would be his first present to me. Well, if I ever get 'em, they will be his first present." "Teacher says you oughtn't to leave the milk settin' uncovered like that; it gits germans in it," said Nance.
"Mis' Smelts is awful bad," Mrs. Snawdor reported, looking more serious than she had heretofore. "Says she wants to see you before the nurse wakes up. Seems like she's got somethin' on her mind." Nance hurried into her coat and went out into the dark, damp hall. Long black roaches scurried out of her way as she descended the stairs.
"I don't know what ails Nance these days," Mrs. Snawdor complained to Uncle Jed. "She sasses back if you look at her, an' fergits everything, an' Snawdor says she mutters an' jabbers something awful in her sleep." "Seems to me she works too hard," said Uncle Jed, still ignorant of her extra two hours in the sweat-shop.
Snawdor, having put forth one supreme effort to make the flat sufficiently decent to warrant Nance's return, proposed for the remainder of her life to rest on her laurels. As for the children, they had grown old enough to have decided opinions of their own, and when Nance threw the weight of her influence on the side of order and cleanliness, she was regarded as a traitor in the camp.
He lay rigid, like a dried twig, with his eyes shut tight, and his mouth shut tight, and his hands clenched tighter still. It really seemed as if this time Mr. Snawdor was going to make good his old-time threat to quit. Dr. Adair gave the necessary instructions; then he turned to go.
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