SuddenlyMrs。Chailey，turningfromthesubjectofsheets，dismissingthementirely，clenchedherfistsonthetopofthem，andproclaimed，“Andyoucouldn’taskalivingcreaturetositwhereIsit！“
Mrs。Chaileywasexpectedtositinacabinwhichwaslargeenough，buttooneartheboilers，sothatafterfiveminutesshecouldhearherheart“go，“shecomplained，puttingherhandaboveit，whichwasastateofthingsthatMrs。Vinrace，Rachel’smother，wouldneverhavedreamtofinflicting——Mrs。Vinrace，whokneweverysheetinherhouse，andexpectedofeveryonethebesttheycoulddo，butnomore。
Itwastheeasiestthingintheworldtograntanotherroom，andtheproblemofsheetssimultaneouslyandmiraculouslysolveditself，thespotsandladdersnotbeingpastcureafterall，but——
“Lies！Lies！Lies！“exclaimedthemistressindignantly，assheranupontothedeck。“What’stheuseoftellingmelies？“
Inherangerthatawomanoffiftyshouldbehavelikeachildandcomecringingtoagirlbecauseshewantedtositwhereshehadnotleavetosit，shedidnotthinkoftheparticularcase，and，unpackinghermusic，soonforgotallabouttheoldwomanandhersheets。