"
"A little occupation? You call it little? I should like to know what
you would call much."
"Never mind, I didn't mean to annoy you."
"Yes, you did. You meant to imply that I wasn't working hard enough.
And yet I turned out your room yesterday, just as if I were a
house-maid, and stood in the kitchen like a cook. Can you deny that I
am your servant?"
In going out the husband said to the maid:
"You had better get up at seven in future and do my room. Your
mistress shouldn't have to do your work."
In the evening Mr. Blackwood came home in high spirits but his wife
was angry with him.
"Why am I not to do your room?" she asked.
"Because I object to your being my servant."
"Why do you object?"
"The thought of it makes me unhappy."
"But it doesn't make you unhappy to think of me cooking your dinner
and attending to your children?"
This remark set him thinking.
He pondered the question during the whole of his tram journey to
Brooklyn.
When he came home in the evening, he had done a good deal of thinking.
"Now, listen to me, my love," he began, "I've thought a lot about your
position in the house and, of course, I am far from wishing that you
should be my servant. I think the best thing to do is this: You must
look upon me as your boarder and I'll pay for myself.
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