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it had clung
to existence. Every effort had been made to drown it; again and again it
had been flung into the river, literally and metaphorically, but it had
managed to swim ashore like a cat. It would seem that some books
have nine hundred and ninety and nine lives, and God knows how long
my meditation might have lasted if the front door bell had not rung.
"Are you at home, sir, to Mr.--?"

"Yes."
There is time for one word more, dear reader, and whilst my visitor lays
his hat and coat on the table in the passage I will beseech you not to
look forward to a sentimental story; "Spring Days" is as free from
sentiment or morals as Daphnis and Chloe.
G. M.

I

"Miss, I'll have his blood; I will, miss, I will."
"For goodness' sake, cook, go back to your kitchen; put that dreadful
pair of boots under your apron."
"No, miss; I'll be revenged. He has insulted me."
"You can't be revenged now, cook; you see he has shut himself in; you
had better go back to your kitchen."
The groom, who was washing the carriage, stood, mop in hand,
grinning, appreciating the discomfiture of the coachman, who was
paying the penalty of his joke.
"Cook, if you don't go back to your kitchen instantly, I'll give you
notice. It is shameful--think what a scandal you are making in the
stable-yard. Go back to your kitchen--I order you. It is half-past six, go
and attend to your master's dinner."
"He has insulted me, he has insulted me. I'll have your blood!" she
cried, battering at the door. The rattling of chains was heard as the
horses turned their heads.
"Put those boots under your apron, cook; go back to your kitchen, do as
I tell you."

The woman retreated, Maggie following. At intervals there were
stoppages, and cook re-stated her desire to have the coachman's blood.
Maggie did not attempt to argue with her, but sternly repeated her order
to go back to her kitchen, and to conceal the old boots under her apron.
"What business had he to rummage in my box, interfering with my
things; he put them all along the kitchen table; he did it because I told
you, miss, that he was carrying on with the kitchenmaid. He goes with
her every evening into the wood shed, and a married man, too! I
wouldn't be his poor wife."
"Go back to your kitchen, cook; do as I tell you."
With muttered threats cook entered the house, and commanded the
kitchenmaid to interfere no more with the oven, but to attend to her
saucepans.
"What a violent woman," thought Maggie, "horrid woman. I am sure
she's Irish. I'll get rid of her as soon as I can. The place is filthy, but I
daren't speak to her now. She's stirring the saucepan with her finger."
At that moment quick steps were heard coming down the corridor, and
Sally entered.
"Cook, cook, I want you to put back the dinner half an hour. I have to
go down the town."
"O Sally, I beg of you, what will father say?"
"Father isn't everybody. I daresay the train will be a little late; it often is.
He won't know anything about it, that is if you don't tell him."
"What do you want to go down the town for?"
"Never you mind. I don't ask you what you do."
"You want to go down the slonk," whispered Maggie.
The cook stopped stirring the saucepan, and the kitchenmaid stood

listening greedily.
"Nothing of the kind," Sally answered defiantly. "You're always trying
to get up something against me. Cook, will you keep back the dinner
twenty minutes?"
"Cook, I forbid you. I'm mistress here."
"How dare you insult me before the servants! Grace is mistress here, if
it comes to that."
"Grace has given me over the housekeeping. I am mistress when she is
too unwell to attend to it."
"Nothing of the sort. Grace is the eldest, I would give way to her, but
I'm not going to give way to you. Cook, the dinner won't be ready for
another half hour, will it?"
"I don't know when the dinner will be ready, and I don't care."
"It is a quarter to seven now, dinner won't be ready before seven, will it,
cook? Keep it back a bit. Now I must be off."
And, as Maggie expected, Sally ran past the glass houses and the pear
and apple trees, for there was at the end of the vegetable garden a door
in the brick wall that enclosed the manor house. It was used by the
gardeners, and it communicated with a path leading through some corn
and grass land to the high road. There