"Ruthie," sobbed she, "you didn't ask
please."
"Well, well, child, I'm in a hurry; and when you set things to flying,
you're enough to wear out the patience of Job."
Job again.
"You've said so two times, Ruthie! Now I don't like you tall, tenny
rate."
This was as harsh language as Katie dared use; but she frowned
fearfully, and a tuft of hair, rising from her head like a waterspout,
made her look so fierce that Ruth seemed to be frightened, and ran
away with her apron up to her face.
The sink was so high that Katie could not get out of it
alone,--"course _indeed_ she couldn't."
"It most makes me 'fraid," said she to herself: "Ruthie's a big woman,
I's a little woman. When I's the biggest I'll put Ruthie in _my_
sink."
Very much comforted by this resolve, she dried her eyes and began to
look about her for more housework. "Let's me see; I'll pump a bushel
o' water."
There was a pail in the sink; so, what should she do but jump into
that, and then jerk the pump-handle up and down, till a fine stream
poured out and sprinkled her all over!
"Sing a song, O sink-spout," sang she, catching her breath: but
presently she began to feel cold.
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