The maids – by which I mean the long succession of magdalens and half-wits that did the heavy work about the house – lived in one of the back (attic) rooms. Of course it was not considered necessary to give a kitchen wench a decent room – she wasn’t accustomed to it and wouldn’t have known what to do with it. A creaky bed, a cracked mirror, and a rickety table were all she deserved and all she usually got… a hole into which she could creep at night and which she could emerge at half-past four, eager for another day’s work. Now my grandmother was not of that school of thought, but she was not a revolutionary either and, though the maid’s room had some amenities such as a wardrobe and a chest of drawers, it was by no means a Paradise in which a lonely girl might be soothed to sweet slumbers. It was long and narrow with a skylight opening on the north. The walls were distempered a cold blue. There the domestics spent their dreary nights diversified with spasms of bucolic love at the week-ends. ― John R. Allan, Farmer’s Boy

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The maids - by which I mean the long succession of magdalens and half-wits that did the heavy work about the house - lived in one of the back (attic) rooms. Of course it was not considered necessary to give a kitchen wench a decent room - she wasn't accustomed to it and wouldn't have known what to do with it. A creaky bed, a cracked mirror, and a rickety table were all she deserved and all she usually got... a hole into which she could creep at night and which she could emerge at half-past four, eager for another day's work. Now my grandmother was not of that school of thought, but she was not a revolutionary either and, though the maid's room had some amenities such as a wardrobe and a chest of drawers, it was by no means a Paradise in which a lonely girl might be soothed to sweet slumbers. It was long and narrow with a skylight opening on the north. The walls were distempered a cold blue. There the domestics spent their dreary nights diversified with spasms of bucolic love at the week-ends.
― John R. Allan,
Farmer's Boy
The maids - by which I mean the long succession of magdalens and half-wits that did the heavy work about the house - lived in one of the back (attic) rooms. Of course it was not considered necessary to give a kitchen wench a decent room - she wasn't accustomed to it and wouldn't have known what to do with it. A creaky bed, a cracked mirror, and a rickety table were all she deserved and all she usually got... a hole into which she could creep at night and which she could emerge at half-past four, eager for another day's work. Now my grandmother was not of that school of thought, but she was not a revolutionary either and, though the maid's room had some amenities such as a wardrobe and a chest of drawers, it was by no means a Paradise in which a lonely girl might be soothed to sweet slumbers. It was long and narrow with a skylight opening on the north. The walls were distempered a cold blue. There the domestics spent their dreary nights diversified with spasms of bucolic love at the week-ends. ― John R. Allan, Farmer's Boy

The maids – by which I mean the long succession of magdalens and half-wits that did the heavy work about the house – lived in one of the back (attic) rooms. Of course it was not considered necessary to give a kitchen wench a decent room – she wasn’t accustomed to it and wouldn’t have known what to do with it. A creaky bed, a cracked mirror, and a rickety table were all she deserved and all she usually got… a hole into which she could creep at night and which she could emerge at half-past four, eager for another day’s work. Now my grandmother was not of that school of thought, but she was not a revolutionary either and, though the maid’s room had some amenities such as a wardrobe and a chest of drawers, it was by no means a Paradise in which a lonely girl might be soothed to sweet slumbers. It was long and narrow with a skylight opening on the north. The walls were distempered a cold blue. There the domestics spent their dreary nights diversified with spasms of bucolic love at the week-ends.
― John R. Allan,

Farmer’s Boy

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