“All right!” said Julia gently.  “Only I hope I shall always be able to wipe dishes and keep my mind on better things at the same time.  That’s what Miss Tewksbury told me when she knew I had got to give up my home luxuries for a long time.  ‘Don’t let poverty drag you down, Julia,’ she said:  ’keep your high thoughts and don’t let them get soiled with the grime of daily living.’”

It is only just to say that Nancy was not absolutely destitute of self-control and politeness, because at this moment she had a really vicious desire to wash Julia’s supercilious face and neat nose with the dishcloth, fresh from the frying pan.  She knew that she could not grasp those irritating “high thoughts” and apply the grime of daily living to them concretely and actually, but Julia’s face was within her reach, and Nancy’s fingers tingled with desire.  No trace of this savage impulse appeared in her behavior, however; she rinsed the dishpan, turned it upside down in the sink, and gave the wiping towels to Julia, asking her to wring them out in hot water and hang them on the barberry bushes, according to Mrs. Carey’s instructions.

“It doesn’t seem as if I could!” whimpered Julia.  “I have always been so sensitive, and dish towels are so disgusting!  They do smell, Nancy!”

“They do,” said Nancy sternly, “but they will smell worse if they are not washed!  I give you the dish-wiping and take the washing, just to save your hands, but you must turn and turn about with Kathleen and me with some of the ugly, hateful things.  If you were company of course we couldn’t let you, but you are a member of the family.  Our principal concern must be to keep mother’s ‘high thoughts’ from grime; ours must just take their chance!”

Oh! how Julia disliked Nancy at this epoch in their common history; and how cordially and vigorously the dislike was returned!  Many an unhappy moment did Mother Carey have over the feud, mostly deep and silent, that went on between these two; and Gilbert’s attitude was not much more hopeful.  He had found a timetable or syllabus for the day’s doings, over Julia’s washstand.  It had been framed under Miss Tewksbury’s guidance, who knew Julia’s unpunctuality and lack of system, and read as follows:—­

  Syllabus

  Rise at 6.45. 
  Bathe and dress. 
  Devotional Exercises 7.15. 
  Breakfast 7.45. 
  Household tasks till 9. 
  Exercise out of doors 9 to 10. 
  Study 10 to 12. 
  Preparations for dinner 12 to 1. 
  Recreation 2 to 4. 
  Study 4 to 5. 
  Preparation for supper 5 to 6. 
  Wholesome reading, walking, or conversation 7 to 8. 
  Devotional exercises 9. 
  Bed 9.30.

There was nothing wrong about this; indeed, it was excellently conceived; still it appeared to Gilbert as excessively funny, and with Nancy’s help he wrote another syllabus and tacked it over Julia’s bureau.

  Time Card