If they want to go, they may.

Am I ready, Lizzie ?" "You look like an angel, ma'am," said Lizzie, clasping her hands.
"Well, I feel very little like one," said Miss Cornelia, rising.

"As cook and housemaid may discover before I'm through with them.

Send them into the livingroom, Lizzie, when I've gone down.

I'll talk to them there." An hour or so later, Miss Cornelia sat in a deep chintz chair in the comfortable living-room of the Fleming house going through the pile of letters which Lizzie's news of domestic revolt had prevented her reading earlier.