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Here she shivered and coughed quite naturally after which she

returned to the charge, saying, "her family were consumptive, and

she could not endure the cold."

"But, my dear," said the doctor, "it will cost a great deal of money

to carry out your plans."

"Oh, no, not much," she answered, "give me five hundred dollars and

I will do everything necessary to make us comfortable for the

winter."

"Five hundred dollars, Mrs. Kennedy!" and the doctor's gray eyes

looked as they used to look when Katy and Matty asked him for five.

"Five hundred dollars! Preposterous! Why, during the seven years I

lived with your predecessor she did not cost me that!"

From old Hannah Mrs. Kennedy had, learned how her predecessor had

been stinted by the doctor, and could he that moment have looked

into her heart he would have seen there a fierce determination to

avenge the wrongs so meekly borne. But she did not embody her

thoughts in words, neither did she deem it advisable to press the

subject further at that time, so she waited for nearly a week, and

then resumed the attack with redoubled zeal.

"We must have another servant," she said.

"Old Hannah is wholly inefficient, and so I have engaged a colored

woman from the hotel; and did I tell you, I have spoken to a man

about the furnace we are going to have, and I also told Mr. Jenks to

buy me one hundred yards of Brussels carpeting in New York. He's

gone for goods, you know."

"Really, Mrs. Kennedy, this exceeds all. My former companions saw

fit to consult me always. Really, one hundred yards of carpeting and

a black cook! Astonishing, Mrs. Kennedy! "

The doctor was quite too much confounded to think of a single maxim,

for his wife's effrontery took him wholly by surprise. She was a

most energetic woman, and her proceedings were already the theme of

many a tea-table gossip, in which the delighted villagers exulted

that Dr. Kennedy had at last found his match. Yes, he had found his

match, and when next day the black cook, Rose, came, and Mr. Brown

asked when he would have the furnace put in his cellar, there was

that in the eye of his better half which prompted a meek submission.

When the bill for the new carpets was handed him he again rebelled,

but all to no purpose. He paid the requisite amount, and tried to

swallow his wrath with his wife's consolatory remark, that "they

were the handsomest couple in town, and ought to have the handsomest

carpets!"