"A young lady
like you help to make beds in a hotel where you are a guest!"
Mona laughed.
"I have often made beds, and--I am not regarded as a 'young lady' just
now; I am only a kind of waiting-maid to the lady with whom I am
traveling," she explained, thinking she might the more easily gain
her point if the girl was led to think the difference in their positions
was not as great as she had imagined. "Come now," she added, "I am going
to help you, for I know you are not able to do all this work yourself,"
and she immediately began to assist in putting her own chamber to rights.
They went from room to room, Mona chatting pleasantly and trying to take
the girl's mind from her pain; but she saw that it was almost more than
she could do to keep about her work.
Finally she made her sit down and let her work alone.
"How many rooms are there yet to be cared for?" she asked, as she began
to spread up the bed where they were.
"Only four more, miss--just what are left in this hall," said the girl,
as her head fell wearily back against the high rocker which Mona had
insisted upon her taking.
Mona went on with the work she had volunteered to perform, and when she
returned to look at the girl again, she found that she was sleeping
heavily.
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