The New Orleans crescent., 1868-12-20
Written for the N. o Sunday Crescent.1
MY SECOND MAZDA M.
BY SUSIE.


Oh Mister Editor, how proud did feel when
saw you had put my piece in your paper, and
saw how nice it looked; aud it's made stir Il can
tell you, for heard Mrs. Snooks say to one of her
lady visitors this mornin', Did you ever hear tell
of the impudence of the servant girls nowadays!
Did you see the CRESCENT Sunday and see that
piece signed Susie-did you ever ~ Yes" said
the lady, " and she said she was going to write
more if that one was printed; so, | suppose, we
will have a nice exposy." Whatever she meant by
that don't know; but meme to tell you several
things, exposy or not.
Well, mother took me home from Mrs. Peters,
and in day or two Mrs Smikes, who keeps gro
ce'y to our corner. told mother of lady who
wanted little girl, and mother fixed me up again
and tooke me round to see if I'd suite. The SER
want showed us into the dinin' room, where
Mrs. Taylor was eatin' her lunch. She was
a tolerably pretty lady, with fair skin aud blue
eyes, and looked little spiteful and like one who
took care of number one, let who would suffer.
She never asked mother to set down, and mothers
a weakly woman, too, and not over young, either,
but talked to us while she was eatin' sed all she
wanted was a smart girl, who was win'; asked
II had recommendation; said servants were
mighty uncertain and unreliable nowadays. but
she guessed we could get along she'd give me
five dollars q month, and II l stayed six months
shed give me new dress and q pair of shoes
Us
mother sed that she'd let me try it anyhow.
Mister Editor, did you ever see person who,
while mighty lazy herself amt willin' to
want rest q mint? Well, that was Mrs. Taylor for
Handkerchief If she dropt it, or sweep room If 1t
was nee deep In dust, but she'd foller after girl
all day and say do this and Go tnat and come right
here and sweep this room over now you dust that
furniture again; Susie put the coal on the fire;
Susie hand me glass Of water; Julia take those
things often that sideboard, and see IL you can't
use your towel to little better purpose. She'd
call girl up from the washtub, or from cooking the
dinner, way up stairs to put coal on the fire or to
shut down the window, or bring her something
from down stairs, or maybe the next room |; and
she seemed to take pleasure In calling girls
up from our meals q half q dozen times to do some
trihing things that could have waited till we were
dun estin'. Some ladies don't think 1t anything to
call servant up from their dinner or breakfast
twv VI tnrvv unrvs " 10 some little thing not
really needed. and Mrs. Taylor of 'em.
How would they like 1t, wonder, just as their cup
Of hot coffee was pored out or their plate Of hot
buckwhete cakes was reddy, for some one to call
them of, and keep them till all was cold and no
more hot ones reddy for em Not much, reckon;
Mrs. Taylor wouldn't, know, for she believed in
good eatin', and would sit down over anything
nice and eat until she couldn't eat any more, be-
fore she d say even to her husband or children,
" will you have some ~ much less rs servants.
All she took care of Mrs. Taylor, she did. She
seemed TO think when she hired girl that she had
bot them sole and boldly; that they had no right
to think even, unless as she pleased; and as for
feelings, why we didn't have any, and they
coudnt be hurt, Of course, she wasn't the least
mite careful how she spoke to MS, doubling our
truth and 'onesty and If she uislsid anything
would at once begin talking about things not go.
ing without hands. etc., before she looked to see
if she hadn't put it away and forgot it and then
when she finds il never say once, i was too hasty,
here it is but leave rs to 6nd out by seeing her
usin' it that it had bin found. Altogether, Mrs.
Taylor wasn't nice woman to live with, 90
never got the new dress and new pair Of sho es.