inventory, and that put it into my housekeeper's head to say the same of the china; and my maid and Miss Monteneros' will not unpack our things because they are not satisfied with the wardrobes; and then Randall will not furnish Psyche glasses, and the women that came to help are both drunk. This is really too much for even my spirits," said the Baroness, sinking into an arm-chair. "How Countess Montalbano would laugh if she saw me called upon to arrange all this embarras—poor me! and so now do take it all in hand, you kind creature, and see if you can make some order out of this chaos."
I don't see much that I can do," said Mrs. Hopkinson bluntly, "I can ask Randall to send in another looking-glass or two, perhaps he may oblige me as an old neighbour, and I can recommend one or two steady char-women in place of those you have; but you must get rid of the others first."
"Ah, yes!" said the Baroness sinking deeper into her languor, "those creatures must go. Would you kindly send them
