THE SILVER LAKE STORIES. 15

housekeeper, and as we were so young,
she always sat at the table with us,
and she soon began to feel her own
importance. She took great airs upon
herself, and scolded us and the other
servants a good deal; but still, when
our father was away, we had no one
else to cling to, and we all clung to
Jane; and she did as she chose with
us, and the house, and all in it.

“Well, about two years after my
mother’s death, I remember one day
when Jane was particularly cross and
snappish ; nothing seemed to go right
with her; she scolded harder than
ever, and stamped round about her