"
"Listen to me now, Sabina Gallagher. I'll let you stay on here, though
it's a deal more than you deserve--I'll let you stay on and do the
cooking the same as you used to, on account of the respect I have for
your mother, who is a decent woman, and your father that's dead--I'll
let you stay on if you'll tell me this: What had the dog to do one way
or the other with the paraffin oil you put on the judge's dinner?"
"I never seen the dog; and I don't know that I ever heard tell of any
dog doing the like."
"Then what are you talking to me about the dog for if it didn't do
something, be the same less or more, in the way of helping you to
destroy the judge's dinner?"
"It was Mr. Meldon told me to mention the name of the dog to you. And
I would, I'd do it this minute, only I disremember it."
"Will you ask him the next time he's here, and tell me after, what it
was the dog had to do with the matter?"
"I will, of course, if it's pleasing to you."
"Then you may stay on a bit yet, Sabina. You may stay on till you
learn enough about cooking to be able to better yourself; and it's what
you should be able to do soon with the opportunities that you have in
this house.
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