Between ourselves, Mr.Steward Horner does not like having me for a clerk.

It is all very well he does not; for, if he were decently civil to me, I might want a chaperone, you know, now poor Mrs.Horner is dead." This was one of Miss Galindo's grim jokes.

"As it is, I try to make him forget I'm a woman, I do everything as ship-shape as a masculine man-clerk.

I see he can't find a fault--writing good, spelling correct, sums all right.

And then he squints up at me with the tail of his eye, and looks glummer than ever, just because I'm a woman--as if I could help that.