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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY            219
" Eva always was disposed to be with servants ; and I think that well enough with some children. Now, I always played with father's little negroes, — it never did me any harm. But Eva somehow always seems to put herself on an equality with every creature that comes near her. It's a strange thing about the child. I never have been able to break her of it. St. Clare, I believe, encourages her in it. The fact is, St. Clare indulges every creature under this roof but his own wife."
Again Miss Ophelia sat in blank silence.
" Now, there's no way with servants," said Marie, " but to put them down, and keep them down. It was always natural to me, from a child. Eva is enough to spoil a whole houseful. What she will do when she comes to keep house herself, I 'm sure I don't know. I hold to be­ing kind to servants, — I always am ; but you must make 'em know their place. Eva never does; there 's no get­ting into the child's head the first beginning of an idea what a servant's place is ! You heard her offering to take care of me nights, to let Mammy sleep! That's just a specimen of the way the child would be doing all the time, if she was left to herself."
" Why," said Miss Ophelia, bluntly, " I suppose you think your servants are human creatures, and ought to have some rest when they are tired."
" Certainly, of course. I 'm very particular in letting them have everything that comes convenient, — anything that does n't put one at all out of the way, you know. Mammy can make up her sleep, some time or other; there 's no difficulty about that. She 's the sleepiest con­cern that ever I saw; sewing, standing, or sitting, that creature will go to sleep, and sleep anywhere and every­where. No danger but Mammy gets sleep enough. But this treating servants as if they were exotic flowers, or china vases, is really ridiculous," said Marie, as she plunged languidly into the depths of a voluminous and pillowy lounge, and drew towards her an elegant cut-glass vinaigrette.