"
He flung himself into a chair. Mrs. Sharpe rose with an immovable face.
"Lor'!" said old Sally, "don't snap our heads off, Master Guy! I can't
help that young woman's tantrums upstairs; so, if she puts you out of
temper, you needn't come howling at me. This way, ma'am."
Mrs. Sharpe, with a stolid countenance, followed Sally upstairs. The old
woman, grumbling angrily all the way, led her into a small, draughty
apartment adjoining that of her charge.
"There!" said Sally, snappishly: "this here is your room, and the crazy
young woman's is next. Take off your things, and then come down-stairs
and see what he wants next, and don't have him biting at us as if we was
dogs!"
Mrs. Sharpe obeyed orders to the letter. In five minutes she was back in
the kitchen, ready for action. The carroty locks were partly covered
with a black, uncouth cap, and a large stuff apron protected her dingy
bombazine dress. She turned a questioning face upon her employer, but
spoke never a word.
"This is the key of your patient's room," he said, handing it to her;
"you will go up and introduce yourself, and do whatever is needful.
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