We decided to take our place right away. We weren’t going to be pushed around by this goody-goody. I began the conversation after our first meal in the parlor. Mother had gone out. “Is this stupid goose going to sit in the parlor with us?” I asked, turning to my sisters. “He who wants to eat bread must earn it. I say, out with the kitchen-wench.”
We grabbed her and took her pretty clothes away from her. We put her in an old, grey bedgown, and gave her wooden shoes. “Just look at the proud princess, how decked out she is!” I said, and we laughed. We made her work from morning to night. My mother couldn’t afford a servant, so why not use this perfectly pious goody-two-shoes? She wants to suffer, so why not help her?
We made her get up before daybreak, carry water, light fires, cook, and wash while we mocked her and made her work harder. She never took care of herself and walked around covered in cinders. You know what we called her? Cinderella. Ha!