I will scold her soundly for not bringing the sop of hot milk-and-bread, which, indeed, is not food for a lady of my age.

But my father insists upon it.

He is dreadfully obstinate." Now there was no one but our old deaf Hanne in the kitchen of the Red Tower.

She stayed only for cooking and keeping the house clean.

My father never paid her wages, and she never asked any.