She was, or said she was, appalled. “This is far more dangerous than a mail-order bride! A family of lunatics could’ve decided to get themselves a servant for the dirty jobs they don’t want to do for themselves. They’d lock you up at night so you couldn’t escape.” While tidying up a shelf of canned soup, she outlined a situation where he would be walking into a house filled with young monsters who would make his life a misery by playing tricks on him. “They’ll hide your books, bust your cello strings, and mock you in public when you’re forced to walk them to school.” This had been, indeed, a possibility. “But I expected an interview first, of course. And I’ve had some experience with mischievous youngsters—some holy terrors in fact.” But even after an interview, she insisted, the person he might have chosen from all those letters could turn out to be a former student who’d been waiting for the opportunity to take revenge for humiliations he’d suffered—because of his poor grammar, for instance, or the graduation ceremony he’d been denied because of Mr.
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