"
"Running it for you," said Mrs. Price, with a quick eye-shot from under
the edge of her lashes. "Man alive! What are you thinking of?"
"Bossin' the whole job for me," hurried on Spindler, with nervous
desperation. "Gettin' together all the things and makin' ready for
'em,--orderin' in everythin' that's wanted, and fixin' up the rooms,--I
kin step out while you're doin' it,--and then helpin' me receivin' 'em,
and sittin' at the head o' the table, you know,--like ez ef you was the
mistress."
"But," said Mrs. Price, with her frank laugh, "that's the duty of one of
your relations,--your niece, for instance,--or cousin, if one of them is
a woman."
"But," persisted Spindler, "you see, they're strangers to me; I don't
know 'em, and I do you. You'd make it easy for 'em,--and for me,--don't
you see? Kinder introduce 'em,--don't you know? A woman of your gin'ral
experience would smooth down all them little difficulties," continued
Spindler, with a vague recollection of the Kansas story, "and put
everybody on velvet.
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