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The
small
servant
stood
with
humility
in
presence
of
Miss
Sally
,
and
hung
her
head
.
‘
Are
you
there
?
’
said
Miss
Sally
.
‘
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
’
was
the
answer
in
a
weak
voice
.
‘
Go
further
away
from
the
leg
of
mutton
,
or
you
’
ll
be
picking
it
,
I
know
,
’
said
Miss
Sally
.
The
girl
withdrew
into
a
corner
,
while
Miss
Brass
took
a
key
from
her
pocket
,
and
opening
the
safe
,
brought
from
it
a
dreary
waste
of
cold
potatoes
,
looking
as
eatable
as
Stonehenge
.
This
she
placed
before
the
small
servant
,
ordering
her
to
sit
down
before
it
,
and
then
,
taking
up
a
great
carving
-
knife
,
made
a
mighty
show
of
sharpening
it
upon
the
carving
-
fork
.
‘
Do
you
see
this
?
’
said
Miss
Brass
,
slicing
off
about
two
square
inches
of
cold
mutton
,
after
all
this
preparation
,
and
holding
it
out
on
the
point
of
the
fork
.
The
small
servant
looked
hard
enough
at
it
with
her
hungry
eyes
to
see
every
shred
of
it
,
small
as
it
was
,
and
answered
,
‘
yes
.
’
‘
Then
don
’
t
you
ever
go
and
say
,
’
retorted
Miss
Sally
,
‘
that
you
hadn
’
t
meat
here
.
There
,
eat
it
up
.
’
This
was
soon
done
.
‘
Now
,
do
you
want
any
more
?
’
said
Miss
Sally
.
The
hungry
creature
answered
with
a
faint
‘
No
.
’
They
were
evidently
going
through
an
established
form
.
