UNCLE TOM’S CABIN
Monolgue

MARIE (Narrative 4)
It’s very inconsiderate of you, St Clare to insist on my talking and looking at things.  So nervous as I am, the least breath disturbs me; If Mammy felt the interest in me she ought to, she’d wake easier--of course she would.  I’ve heard of people who had such devoted servants, but it was never my luck.  Now, Mammy has a sort  of goodness; she’s smooth and respectful, bur selfish at heart.  Now, she never will be done fidgeting and worryingabout that husband of hers.  You see, when I was married and came to live here, of course I had to bring her with me. and my father
couldn’t spare her husband.  He was a blacksmith, and, of couse, very necessary; and I thought, and said at the time that Mammy and he had better give each other up, as it wasn’t likely to be convenient for them ever to live together again, but I was foolish and indulgent and didn’t want to insist.  They had childern--dirty things--I couldn’t have them about; besides they took up too much of Mammy’s time.  I believe Mammy has always kept up a sort of sulkiness about this.  The fact is, however, that she and all our servants are overindulged; but I’ve talked to St.Claire till I am tired.  He realizes, never can and never will, what I suffer and have for years.  I never complain myself; nobody knows what I endure.  I feel my duty to bear it quietly and I do.  It’s no use talking, cousin.  Well, here are the keys of the linen closet and I hope you’ll never let Jane or Rosa get hold of ‘em or touch’em.  And I hope you’ll be very particular about the way they fold the pillow-case; I believe I’m foolishly particular, but I really have had a nervous headache for a week from the way those girls gold pillow-cases, if they
are not looked to.  There’s two or three kinds of sheets--you’ll observe them; I think it important to keep each kind by itself.  And here are the keys of the store room; you’ll find Dinah always will be running after them--I dare say she has half the things out in the kitchen now. Dinah’s a first-rate cook, and so she rules with a rod of iron--she
knows her importance.  She will insist on having everything she wants in the kitchen, and calling every five minutes for something’; it tires me to death.  But, then, what can one do.