But I've had a scheme in the back of my head for a fortni't or more.
Somethin' Sylvester said about a young lady cousin of his made me
think of it. Seems over here at the female college--you know where I
mean--they're teachin' a new course that they've christened Domestic
Science. Nigh's I can find out it is about what our great gran'marms
larned at home; that, with up-to-date trimmin's. All about runnin' a
house, it is; how to superintend servants, and what kind of things
to have to eat, and how they ought to be cooked, and takin' care of
children--Humph! we don't need that, do we?--and, well, everything
that a home woman, rich or poor, ought to know. At least, she ought to
'cordin' to my old-fashioned notions. Sylvester's cousin goes there, and
likes it; and I judge she ain't figgerin' to be anybody's hired help,
either. My idea was about this: If you'd like to take this course,
Caroline, you could do it afternoons. Mornin's and the days you had off,
you could apply your science here at home, on Annie. Truly it would
save me hirin' somebody else, and--well, maybe you'd enjoy it, you can't
tell."
His niece seemed interested.
"I know of the Domestic Science course," she said. "Several of my
friends--my former friends, were studying it.
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