“I know nodding about it. Zumetimes I think you do nod earn your salt.”
And with that she went out of the room.
Hilda thought about it awhile and concluded that Mr. Schwarz managed all those matters, so that night she went to him.
“Vages!” he roared. “I pay you no vages! It iss enough that I give you a good home. You should pe thankful for that! You are not worth vages!”
Hilda, with flaming cheeks, opened her mouth to protest, to say that Uncle Otto had told her there would be good wages, but when she looked into the fierce, cunning eyes of the man, her very soul quaked. Something that would have protested two weeks before had crumpled up within her and she saw herself precipitately retiring to the kitchen from the roaring of his angry tongue.
That night when she tried to sleep she ke
