This was housework. Next thing they would ask her to wash dishes
and set the table. She would grow larger and larger, and Gracie would
grow littler and littler; and O, how nice it would be when she could
do all the work, and Gracie had to sit in mamma's lap and be rocked!
"Flywer'll do some help," said she. "Flywer'll take 'are of g'amma's
things."
While she stood musing thus, with a dreamy smile, and turning the
handle of the mill as fast as it would go round, somebody sprang at
her very unexpectedly. It was Ruth, the kitchen-girl. She seized Katie
by the shoulders, carried her through the air, and set her on her feet
in the sink.
"There, little Mischief," said she, "you'll stay there one while!
We'll see if we can't put a stop to this coffee-grinding! Why, you're
enough to wear out the patience of Job!"
Katie had often heard about Job; she supposed it was something
dreadful, like a lion, or a whale. She looked up at Ruth, and saw her
black eyes flashing and the rosy color trembling in her cheeks. Cruel
Ruth! She did not know Katie was her best friend, working and helping
get dinner as fast as she could.
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