by T. S. Arthur
carpeted the earth in freshest green, and caused the buds to expand,
and the trees of the forest to clothe themselves in verdure.
How pleasant was every thing. A gardener had been employed to put
the garden and lawn in order, and soon we were delighted to see the
first shoots from seeds that had been planted, making their way
through the ground. To me, all was delightful. I felt almost as
light-hearted as a child, and never tired of expressing my pleasure
at the change.
“Come and see us,” said I, to one city friend and another, on
meeting them. “We’re in a most delightful place, and at such a
convenient distance from the city. Just get into the Frankford
omnibus, which starts from Hall’s, in Second street above Market,
every half hour, and you will come to our very door. And I shall be
so delighted to have a visit from you.”
In moving from the city, I took with me two good domestics, who had
lived in my family for over a year. Each had expressed herself as
delighted at the prospect of getting into the country, and I was
delighted to think they were so well satisfied, for I had feared
lest they would be disinclined to accompany us.
About a month after our removal, one of them, who had looked
dissatisfied about something, came to me and said:
“I want to go back to the city, Mrs. Smith; I don’t like living in
the country.”
“Very well,” I replied. “You must do as you please. But I thought
you preferred this to the city?”
“I thought I would like it, but I don’t. It’s too lonesome.”
I did not persuade her to stay. That error I had once or twice, ere
this, fallen into, and learned to avoid it in future. So she went
back to the city, and I was left with but a single girl. Three days
only elapsed before this one announced her intended departure.
“But you will stay,” said I, “until I can get some one in your
place.”
“My week will be up on Saturday,” was replied. “Can you get a girl
by that time?”
“That leaves me only two days, Mary; I’m afraid not.”
Mary looked unamiable enough at this answer. We said no more to each
other. In the afternoon I went to the city to find a new domestic,
if possible, but returned unsuccessful.
Saturday came, and to my surprise and trouble, Mary persisted in
going away. So I was left, with my family of six persons, without
any domestic at all.
Sunday proved to me any thing but a day of rest. After washing and
dressing the children, preparing breakfast, clearing away the table,
making the beds, and putting the house to order, I set about getting
dinner. This meal furnished and eaten, and the dishes washed and put
away, I found myself not only completely tired out, but suffering
from a most dreadful headache. I was lying down, about four o’clock,
in a half-waking and sleeping state, with my head a little easier,
when my husband, who was sitting by the window, exclaimed:
“If there isn’t Mr. and Mrs. Peters and their three children,
getting out of the stage!”
“Not coming here!” said I, starting up in bed, while, at the same
moment, my headache returned with a throbbing intensity that almost
blinded me.
“Yes, coming here,” replied Mr. Smith.
“How unfortunate!” came from my lips, as I clasped my hands to my
temples.
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friendship. We visited each other scarcely once a year, and had
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