Paul Ralston by Mary Jane Holmes

Miss Hansford had sat below listening to the splashing of water overhead, hoping Elithe would not get much on the floor, as it might come through into the kitchen, and that she would not leave the soap in the tub when she was through with her bath. She heard her next in the white room moving about, and hoped she would not slat her things around, but hang them in the closet.

"I couldn't bear to see that room all littered up, though Elithe's litter wouldn't be so bad as some. I begin to like the girl and feel like a mother already," she thought, as she listened to the steps overhead until they ceased, and she waited for Elithe to come down.