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Mrs. Trapes glanced sadly around her cosy housekeeper's room and sighed regretfully; she was alone, and upon the table ready to hand lay her neat bonnet, her umbrella, and a pair of white cotton gloves, beholding which articles her lips set more resolutely, her bony arms folded themselves more tightly, and she nodded in grim determination.
"The labourer is worthy of his hire! " she sighed, apparently addressing the bonnet, "but, if so be the labourer ain't worthy, why then, the sooner he quits -- "