It was not long after she had resumed her occupation, before the bell sounded loudly through the passages.

Hannah smiled bitterly, and with an air of resolution, as she listened to the iron summons.
"Pull away to your heart's content, Miss!" she said, half audibly.
"When you call me again take care and know what you want me for.
I've got something else to do besides running up and down stairs to bring you pictures.

Why didn't you look at them while you were in the parlor, or, take them up with you, if you wanted them in your chamber ?" "Did you ever see the like!" ejaculated Helen, deeply disturbed at finding both her direction and her subsequent summons unattended to.
"That's just the way we are constantly served by these abominable creatures." Two or three heavy jerks at the bell rope followed these remarks.
"Pull away! It's good exercise for you!" muttered Hannah to herself.
And this was all the notice she took of the incensed young lady, who was finally compelled to go down stairs and get the prints herself.
But she was so much disturbed and caused Fanny to feel so unpleasantly that neither of them had any real enjoyment in examining the beautiful pictures.

After these had been turned over and remarked upon for some time, and they had spent an hour in conversation, the bell was again rung.

Hannah, who came with her usual reluctance, was directed to prepare some lemonade, and bring it up with cake.