The Abduction of Psyche

The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
simply can't make you out, said Cedric Crackenthorpe."
He eased himself down on the decaying wall of a long derelict pigsty and stared at Lucy Eyelesbarrow.
"What can't you make out?"
"What you're doing here."
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"I'm earning my living."
"As a skivvy?" He spoke disparagingly.
"You're out of date," said Lucy. "Skivvy, indeed! I'm a Household Help, a Professional Domestician, or an Answer to Prayer, mainly the latter."
"You can't like all the things you have to do - cooking and making beds and whirring about with a hoopla or whatever you call it, and sinking your arms up to the elbows in greasy water."
Lucy laughed.