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CRAIG’S WIFE
Mazie
- She certainly is the hardest woman to please that I’ve ever worked for.
Mrs. Harold
- Well, I don’t know whether she’s hard to please or not, Mazie, for I’ve never tried to please her. I do my work, and if she don’t like it she has a tongue in her head; she can soon tell me, and I can go somewhere else. I’ve worked in too many houses to be cut of a place very long. (Straightening up and resting her left hand on the table) Did I tell you about her wanting me to dust the leaves off that little tree in front of the dining-room window last week?
Mazie
- Dust the leaves?
Mrs. Harold (looking to heaven for witness)
- That’s the honest God’s fact. And me with the rheumatism at the time.
Mazie
- Can you imagine such a thing?
Mrs. Harold
- Well, you know how I done it, don’t you?
Mazie
- What’d you say to her?
Mrs. Harold
- I told her right up; I said, “I’ll dust no tree for nobody.”
Mazie
- You done right.
Mrs. Harold
- She sez, “You mean you refuse to dust. it?”—“Yes,” I sez, “I refuse, and,” I sez, “what’s more, I’m goin’ to stay refuse.” “Well,” she sez, “it needs dusting,
