But at all times they found her interesting. So they submitted quite meekly to her bossing, and by the end of a fortnight had come to feel that she must always have been with them.
“It’s the queerest thing that Mrs. Wiley hain’t been after me,” said Mary. “I can’t understand it.”
“Maybe she isn’t going to bother about you at all,” said Una. “Then you can just go on staying here.”
“This house ain’t hardly big enough for me and old Martha,” said Mary darkly. “It’s a very fine thing to have enough to eat—I’ve often wondered what it would be like—but I’m p’ticler about my cooking. And Mrs. Wiley’ll be here yet. SHE’S got a rod in pickle for me all right.