he
made a cup carefully and brought it to her mistress.

"You can't do nothin' without it," said Clam. "Mr. Winthrop
would say, 'Drink it' if he was here --"

Which Elizabeth knew, and perhaps considered in swallowing the
coffee. Before she had done, Clam stood at her couch again
with a plate of more substantial supports.

"He would say 'Eat,' if he was here --" she remarked.

"Attend a little to what _I_ have to say," said her mistress.

"While you're eatin'," said Clam. "I wasn't to stop to get
breakfast."

A few words of directions were despatched, and Clam was off
again; and Elizabeth lay still and looked at the strange room
and thought over the strange meaning and significance of her
being there. A moment's harbour, with a moment's friend. She
was shiveringly alone in the world; she felt very much at a
loss what to do, or what would become of her, She felt it, but
she could not think about it. Tears came again for a long
uninterrupted time.

The day had reached the afternoon, when Clam returned, and
coming into Mrs. Nettley's kitchen inquired if her mistress
had had any refreshment. Mrs. Nettley declared that she
dursn't take it up and that she had waited for Clam. Upon
which that damsel set about getting ready a cup of tea, with a
sort of impatient promptitude.

"Have you got all through?" Mrs. Nettley asked in the course
of this preparation.

"What?" said Clam.

"Your work."

"No," said Clam. "Never expect to. My work don't get done."

"But has Mr. Landholm got through his work, down at the
house?"

"Don't know," said Clam. "He don't tell _me_. But if we was to
work on, at the rate we've been a goin' to-day -- we'd do up
all Mannahatta in a week or so."

"What's been so much to do? -- the funeral, I know."

"The funeral," said Clam, "and everything else. That was only
one thing. There was everything to be locked up, and
everything to be put up, and the rest to be packed; and the
silver sent off to the Bank; and everybody to be seen to. I
did all I could, and Mr. Winthrop he did the rest."

"He'll be worn out!" said Mrs. Nettley.

"No he won't," said Clam. "He ain't one o' them that have to
try hard to make things go -- works like oiled 'chinery --
powerful too, I can tell you."

"What's going to be done?" said Mrs. Nettley meditatively.

"Can't say," said Clam. "I wish my wishes was goin' to be done
-- but I s'pose they ain't. People's ain't mostly, in this
world." She went off with