scullery, and welcome."

She ceased, still holding up the kidney.

"H'm!"--from Uncle James.

This repeated remark of his seemed to rouse the fury in her. "You may
'h'm,' Mester Ollerenshaw," she glared at him. "You may 'h'm' as much as
yo'n a mind." Then to Helen: "Come in, miss; come in. Don't be afraid of
servants." And finally, with a striking instinct for theatrical effect:
"But I go out!"

She flung the innocent and yielding kidney to the floor, snatched up a
bonnet, cast off her apron, and departed.

"There!" said James Ollerenshaw. "You've done it!"




CHAPTER VII

THE NEW COOK


Ten minutes later Mr. James Ollerenshaw stood alone in his
kitchen-sitting-room. And he gazed at the door between the
kitchen-sitting-room and the scullery. This door was shut; that is to
say, it was nearly shut. He had been turned out of the scullery; not
with violence--or, rather, with a sort of sweet violence that he liked,