"I have no doubt is all right. If not, that young lady perhaps could see to it."
"Me!" said Miss Monteneros, opening her very large eyes, and dropping the glass with which she had been surveying her aunt and Mrs. Hopkinson.
"Rachel taking an inventory!" said the Baroness, with a scornful laugh, "that is not very likely."
"No, indeed," said Willis, "I am sure she is not equal to these household cares."
Again Rachel surveyed them through her glass, and then turning away, murmured
"Ye household cares, vex not my mind
With your inglorious strife,
Nor seek in sordid chains to bind
My free aesthetic life."
"Oh dear, that poetry!" said the Baroness, who was thoroughly out of sorts, "am I never to hear anything else?"
"You never heard that before, Aunt. I composed those lines while you and your friend were transacting business. What
