Thereat my fears were confirmed. Sheila banged the range till the flat-bottomed kettle slithered across it, upset the dipper, and showed other outward signs of inward emotion.
"Come, tell me about it, Sheila. I want to know. Are you not happy with us here?"
Sheila held herself rigid a moment then flung into a chair; the bright head went down on one round young arm, and a sob became audible.
I put my hand on the tangle of coppery hair that ran riot under the wisp of a cap she wore and begged her to tell me what the trouble was. She struggled valiantly with herself, finally getting the upperhand.
"I doesn't be plazin' ye, Mem, an' I'll be afther lookin' for anither place," finally emerged in smothered accents from the bent head.
"O no, surely you won't be doing that Sheila, you are really getting on very nicely. You did the dining-room beautifully this morning."
"Her do'ent say that! She's afther sayin' as how I do'ent be plazin' ye, an' O'im thinkin' mesilf as how the house work ain't suited to
