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 this business of mine—I'm a farmer, and I have a strong servant who does all the actual work, but I want someone to see after things a little—not exactly a housekeeper, you know, but somebody that could mend and sew, and keep my rooms tidy, and see that things were as they ought to be. What do you think? Could you undertake that?"

"I think so, sir. I've kept house—and I am tidy and orderly, I believe."

"That I can see. Well, I think we might arrange. You see, I don't want a young woman such as these behind us. I want something superior—somebody that has a bit of better feeling and knows how things should be done. The setting of a table for dinner, now—could you see to that?"

"Oh yes, sir."

"And such things as choosing curtains for a parlour, now, or making linen for the house—you could manage all that, I daresay?"

"I'm sure I could, sir."

"That's what I want. My old