Her father, on his part, cheerfully under-took to take care
of her wages for her, the first week's, payable in advance, being banked
the same evening at the Lord Nelson.
It was another mouth to feed, but the strike-pay was coming in very well,
and Mr. Porter, relieved from his unmanly tasks, walked the streets a
free man. Beds were made without his interference, meals were ready
(roughly) at the appointed hour, and for the first time since the strike
he experienced satisfaction in finding fault with the cook. The
children's content was not so great, Maudie possessing a faith in the
virtues of soap and water that they made no attempt to share. They were
greatly relieved when their mother returned home after spending a couple
of days with Aunt Jane.
"What's all this?" she demanded, as she entered the kitchen, followed by
a lady-friend.
"What's all what?" inquired Mr. Porter, who was sitting at dinner with
the family.
"That," said his wife, pointing at the cook-general.
Mr. Porter put down his knife and fork.
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