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When Sunday morning dawned the place was, according to Hannah's ideas, in perfect order. She had not got in any one to help her, and I am afraid she must have been nearly dropping with fatigue. She allowed me to dust a little, but would not permit me to do any harder work.
"No, no," she said -- "no, no; you're the young lady, and I'm a poor drudge. It's right that the drudge should work, and not the young lady."