" Since then she had often congratulated herself on the fact that in
the days when the process was comparatively cheap, she had had the
scullery walls lined five feet up with black and white tiles matching the
linoleum which covered the stone floor.
Against this background Betty Tosswill was now standing, a trim, neat
figure, in her pink cotton gown and big white apron. She was engaged in
washing, drying, and polishing the fine old table glass which had been
used that evening.
It was such a relief to her to be alone at last! For one thing, though
Timmy and Tom both loved her dearly, their love never suggested to them
that it must be disagreeable to her to hear them constantly bickering
the one with the other, and they would have been surprised indeed had
they known how their teasing squabbles had added to the strain and
fatigue of serving the elaborate dinner she had just cooked.
She felt spent, in body and in mind, and in the mood when a woman craves,
above all things, for solitude.
"Look here, Betty, can't I do anything to help?"
She started violently, and gave a little cry, while the stem of the
wine-glass she held in her hand snapped in two.
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