And Sarah had food during a cold, dull winter, which was the main thing with her.
One afternoon Sarah shivered in her elegant hall bedroom; "house heated; scrupulously clean; conveniences; seen to be appreciated." She had no work to do except Schulenberg's menu cards.
On the previous summer Sarah had gone into the country and loved a farmer.
As Sarah knows, I never could a-bear women around the house--young, unmarried women, I mean.
"I don't mind saying that I was getting some interested myself--oh, not in the way Sarah never lets up letting me know she thinks.
But I gave notice on my job, and wrote a letter to Sarah here--didn't I, Sarah?
"I am sure we are very much obliged to Professor Pesca, for Walter's sake," added Sarah. She half rose, while she spoke, as if to approach the armchair, in her turn; but, observing that Pesca was rapturously kissing my, mother's hands, looked serious, and resumed her seat.
"Such distinguished people to know," remarked Sarah, straightening herself in the chair; "and on such gratifying terms of equality too!"
When I was left alone again nothing remained to be done but to walk to the Hampstead cottage and bid my mother and Sarah good- bye.
"What is easier, you know?" assented Miss Sarah Pocket.
"You see, my dear," added Miss Sarah Pocket (a blandly vicious personage), "the question to put to yourself is, who did you expect to thank you, my love?"
Sarah Pocket and Georgiana contended who should remain last; but, Sarah was too knowing to be outdone, and ambled round Georgiana with that artful slipperiness, that the latter was obliged to take precedence.