But I was only sullen and obstinate,
because I was kicked about so much. If he had been kind to me, I would
have done anything for him.
I loved to wait on Miss Laura and Mrs. Morris, and they taught both
Billy and me to make ourselves useful about the house. Mrs. Morris
didn't like going up and down the three long staircases, and sometimes
we just raced up and down, waiting on her.
How often I have heard her go into the hall and say, "Please send me
down a clean duster, Laura. Joe, you get it." I would run gayly up the
steps, and then would come Billy's turn. "Billy, I have forgotten my
keys. Go get them."
After a time we began to know the names of different articles, and where
they were kept, and could get them ourselves. On sweeping days we worked
very hard, and enjoyed the fun. If Mrs. Morris was too far away to call
to Mary for what she wanted, she wrote the name on a piece of paper, and
told us to take it to her.
Billy always took the letters from the postman, and carried the morning
paper up to Mr. Morris's study, and I always put away the clean clothes.
After they were mended, Mrs. Morris folded each article and gave it to
me, mentioning the name of the owner, so that I could lay it on his bed.
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