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her next determination, and she desired to speak with Miss Matson, to whom she made known her intention; soliciting, at the same time, some employment in needle-work.
This was a measure not more essential than disagreeable. "Mercy, Ma'am!" Miss Matson cried, seating herself upon the sofa: "I hope, at least, you won't leave my first floor before you pay me for it? And as to work, – what is the premium you mean to propose to me?"
Ellis answered that she could propose none: she desired only to receive and to return her work from day to day.
Looking at her, now, with an air extremely contemptuous, Miss Matson replied, that that was by no means her way; that all her young ladies came to her with handsome premiums; and that she had already eight or nine upon her list, more than she was able to admit into her shop.
Ellis, affrighted at the prospect before her, earnestly enquired whether Miss
