Occasionally, too, she would look to see if the baby were
asleep, pronouncing it "a perfect little cherub, just like its
mother;" and there her services ended, for it never occurred to
her that she could make the room much more cheerful by picking up
and putting away the numerous articles which lay scattered around,
and which were a great annoyance to the more orderly Mr. Hastings.
Once, when Ella, as usual, was expatiating upon her goodness,
asking her husband if she were not the best girl in the world, and
saying "they must make her some handsome present in return for all
she had done," he replied, "I confess, I should think more of Miss
Deane, if she did you any real good, or rendered you any actual
service; but, as far as I can discover, she merely sits here
talking to you until you are wearied out."
"Why, what would you have her do?" asked Ella, her large blue eyes
growing larger and bluer.
"I hardly know myself," answered Mr. Hastings; "but it seems to me
that a genuine woman could not sit day after day in such a
disorderly room as this.
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