I tried helping the girls to pack my clothes upstairs but they wouldn't let me. Why can't they allow me to do anything at all? I'm not used to sitting down, folding my hands and watching people do things for me. In short, I'm not used to being served but it looks like I will be served throughout my stay in this house. I believe this is the kind of life my lazy sisters will gladly accept but I don't want it at all, I don't like it.

“Please ma'am, you shouldn't do this. Is our work and you are not allowed to do anything," Ruth said as she stopped...