Despite their poverty the three Misses Leaf, Joanna, Selina and Hilary, school-mistresses to a waning class of pupils in the small rural town of Stowbury, have no option but to hire a maid to assist with all their domestic duties.
At the low cost of £3 per annum they acquire the services of Elizabeth Hand, an awkward and sullen but willing young girl of fifteen.
Elizabeth comes to view Hilary Leaf as her true mistress. Though the youngest, Hilary engendered affection, 'there was a liveliness and even briskness about her, as if the every day wine of her life had a spice of Champagniness, not frothiness but natural effervescence of spirit, meant to "cheer but not inebriate" a household.'
Of the other two sisters, Johanna Leaf, the eldest, is in declining health, yet her personality remains sweetness itself, 'the unruffled peace of a soul which no worldly storms could disturb overmuch, for it had long since cast anchor in the world unseen.'
Selina, nearing forty, once considered the beauty, is highly-strung and given to 'fits' and periods of bedridden illnesses. She alone treats Elizabeth with condescension and distance, though she calls on her aid to a greater degree than her siblings.
Elizabeth becomes akin to a 'bower-maiden' of olden times for the admirable Hilary, who educates and improves her throughout a modest novel centered principally upon 'the great gulf that lies and ever must lie—not so much between mistress and servant, in their abstract relation—(and yet that is right, for the relation and authority are ordained of God)—but between the educated and the ignorant, the coarse and the refined.'
Mistress and Maid is an unassuming domestic tale from the 19th century, not nearly as awash in piety and sentimentality as either I or the quotations I have used may appear to make it sound.
Sure, there's some tears, but generally speaking the sisters and their charge are an earthy and entertaining group, despite the smallness of their world. Tensions arise through a feckless nephew and assorted love interests.
Craik is fully aware of the slightness of her story, addressing the reader with several references to it along the way, e.g.:
'I misdoubt many will say I am writing about small, ridiculously small, things. Yet is not the whole of life made up of infinitesimally small things?'
Yet the narrative voice is so soft and generous, so warm and welcoming that the chapters sailed on like a light craft on still waters. It's far from exciting, but I enjoyed its simple spell for the most part and will look to read another of the writer's works.
p.s. the online version I read is riddled with spelling mistakes in virtually every chapter e.g. 'cut' instead of 'out', 'new' instead of 'now', and my favorite 'oven' for 'even'.