You want someone to look after you, when you've
got a cold. You never did take any care of yourself." She was wringing
her hands in her earnestness.
"You'd be a sort of valet-housekeeper then," said Tinker, pondering the
matter.
"Yes, and I should want very little wages. All I want is to be in your
service again. I never ought to have left it. I never had no real peace
all the time I was married, what with wondering how you were being looked
after, and whether you was ill or not. I always took in _The Morning
Post_, though Angus did grumble at the expense, all the time I was in
Paris, on purpose to see where you was; and every day I looked at the
Births, Deaths, and Marriages first, to see if anything had happened to
you."
She stopped; and Tinker was silent a while, thinking; then he said, "Do
you think you could act as maid to Elsie?"
"Why, of course I could, Master Tinker!"
"She wants someone to brush her hair most," said Tinker thoughtfully.
"I don't want a maid. And I don't want anyone to brush my hair but you,"
said Elsie firmly. "No one could do it so well."
"Oh, you'll soon get used to Selina's doing it," said Tinker cheerfully.
"And you'll find it so much more--so much more important having a maid of
your own.
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