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'Then I'll have it. I do care about them. You must stir up your tea with a knife. Would you mind lifting the kettle off, that it may not boil dry?'
Dick leaped to the fireplace, and earnestly removed the kettle.
'There! you did it so wildly that you have made your hand black. We always use kettle-holders; didn't you learn housewifery as far as that, Mr. Dewy? Well, never mind the soot on your hand. Come here. I am going to rinse mine, too.'
They went to a basin she had placed in the back room. 'This is the only basin I have,' she said. 'Turn up your sleeves, and by that time my hands will be washed, and you can come.'
Her hands were in the water now. 'O, how vexing!' she exclaimed. 'There's not a drop of water left for you, unless you draw it, and the well is I don't know how many