Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER IV THE next afternoon when Amarilly came home from the theatre, her mother met her with another burst of information. "Miss King and the preacher was here. He's agoin' to give us all the church surpluses to wash and his house-wash, too. Flamingus is to go fer them to the rectry to-night, and you're to go to Miss King's and get the waists she has to be did up. She left two car tickets fer you.' "We air jest astubbin' our toes on luck," gasped Amarilly. "The fust pay from the new washin's shall go fer a new hat and dress fer you, Amarilly. It's acomin' to you all right. 'Twas you as got this work fer us." "No!" was the emphatic reply. "We'll git some more cheers, knives, spoons, plates, cups, and two more leaves fer the table, so's the chillern kin all set to table to onct." "That'll be a hull lot more convenient," admitted Mrs. Jenkins hopefully. "Co spills things so, and the boys quarrel when you and the Boarder ain't here to keep peace. It was jest orful this noon. You wasn't here and the Boarder kerried his dinner. 'Cause Flam put too much vinegar on Milt's beans, Milt poured it down Flam's neck, and when I sent him away from the table he sassed me." "Jiminy!" protested Amarilly indignantly. "I'd make Milt go without his supper tonight." " 'Tain't his stummick I'm agoin' to punish," said Mrs. Jenkins sarcastically. "I've laid by a wilier switch that'll feel sharper than the vinegar he wasted. You'd better go to Miss King's right away — and, Amarilly, mind you ride both ways. It's too far to walk. Don't you sell the tickets!" This last prohibitory remark was made in remembrance of Amarilly's commercial instincts. When Amarilly was admitted to the basement of her young benefactress's home a trimly-capped little maid took her to Colette's boudo...