"On one condition--yes. That is: a gal to do the chores for Maw, so she
can look after such a handful of trouble as three new ready-made
daughters will make for her."
"A hired girl! Why, Sam, how you talk. What could I ever do with help
in such a small house? Besides, Anne Stewart says they will help with
the work," objected Mrs. Brewster.
"That's my only condition! You're not going to slave for a lot of city
girls if I know it. Why, they won't know how to hold a kitchen knife,
let alone cook for the family," replied Mr. Brewster.
"I'll agree at once, Sam, because I know there isn't a girl or woman to
hire within fifty miles of Oak Creek," laughed Mrs. Brewster.
"Then Polly can answer the letter as she likes, and I will hunt up a
gal. You said it: you'd agree to hire help if one can be found!"
quickly came from the rancher.
"Sam, you took this occasion to have your own about hired help,"
laughed his wife, shaking her head deprecatingly.
"You never would listen before, but now you've got to!" said Mr.
Brewster, triumphantly.
"Polly, you can run in and answer that letter as soon as you like,"
hinted Mrs. Brewster, and the girl eagerly obeyed.
While she wrote the answer over and over till it met with her approval,
her parents exchanged confidences regarding John and this young
teacher, but Polly never dreamed of such fears.
The letter that left Pebbly Pit the following day was the first thread
woven in the warp and woof of two young lives--Eleanor Maynard in
Chicago and Polly Brewster in the Rockies.
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