The Doors Leading
Through Pantry Into The Kitchen Were Open And All Along The Floor I
Could See Here And There A Little Golden Ball That Had Evidently
Rolled Off The Plate.
I could also see the range - that looked black
and cold and without one spark of fire!
Going to the side of the table opposite Ellen I said, "Ellen, what is
the matter with you?" - and looking at me with dull, heavy eyes, she
said, "And what is the matter wit' you?" Then I saw that she was
drunk, horribly drunk, and told her so, but she could only say, "I'm
drunk, am I?" I ran outside for Faye, but he and Mrs. Hughes had
walked to the farther end of the officers' line, and I was compelled
to go all that distance before I could overtake them and tell of my
woes. I wanted the woman out of the house as quickly as possible, so
that Miller - who is a very good cook - and I could prepare some sort of
a breakfast. Faye went to the house with his longest strides and told
the woman to go at once, and I saw no more of her. Mrs. Hughes was
most lovely about the whole affair - said that not long ago she had
tried a different cook each week for six in succession. That was
comforting, but did not go far toward providing a breakfast for us.
Miller proved to be a genuine treasure, however, and the sergeant's
wife - who is ever "a friend indeed" - came to our assistance so soon we
scarcely missed the Scotch creature.
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