She's a woman too, an' it did seem to me
that maybe you, with all you're good sense an' all your
good-heartedness, could think of somethin', some way, that would bring
that gal back to what she ort to be before she goes an' does what her
mother done--marry some worthless fool before she's old enough to
marry at all, an' then be helpless and downcast all the rest of her
life."
"I might," said the lady, after musing a little while, "I might
possibly make her a place among my own servants, but I imagine she
would not care for such a position, for I have always discovered that
the servants who have been in hotels are dissatisfied with any other
sort of service. Besides, you probably do not wish her to associate
with the servant class, and it would be far better for her if she did
not."
"She'd have to go, ma'am, if you was willin' to take her," said the
cobbler, "but, as you say, whether she'd stay or not is a question. Oh,
Mrs. Prency," said he, resuming his work again with violent energy,
"it's the hardest question that ever come up to me in all my life. It's
harder than bein' in jail or breakin' off drinkin' or anythin' else
that I ever tried. It's even harder than goin' to work; I give you my
word it is."
"Mr. Kimper," said the lady, "I'll tell you what I'll do.
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