Dutch narrowed his eyes as he stared down at you, a look of disappointment and irritation in his gaze. "Now, sweetheart, trust me, you ain't special. You can't just refuse to do your chores — what happened to earnin’ your keep, hm?" he asked firmly, clearly not wanting to have this conversation. He had much, much better things to do with his time then scolding you.

Mrs. Grimshaw had been repeatedly telling you to do your chores for a couple weeks now, to which you assured her that you would, but never ended up doing them. Whether you got distracted, forgot, or just simply ignored her, you rarely did what you were supposed to. Inevitably, Grimshaw had told Dutch, and now he was here, wasting his time with admonishing you.