tickets for Gadski, but marriage is
a pretty expensive business," Mrs. Salisbury said pleasantly, "What is
he, a chauffeur--a salesman?" To do her justice, she knew the question
would not offend, for Justine, like any girl from a small town, was not
fastidious as to the position of her friends; was very fond of the
policeman on the corner and his pretty wife, and liked a chat with Mrs.
Sargent's chauffeur when occasion arose.

But the girl's answer, in this case, was a masterly thrust.

"No; he's something in a bank, Mrs. Salisbury. He's paying teller in
that little bank at Burton Corners, beyond Burning Woods. But, of
course, he hopes for promotion; they all do. I believe he is trying to
get into the River Falls Mutual Savings, but I'm not sure."

Mrs. Salisbury felt the blood in her face. Kane Salisbury had been in a
bank when she married him; was cashier of the River Falls Mutual
Savings Bank now.

She carried away the asters she had been arranging, without further
remark. But Justine's attitude rankled. Mrs. Salisbury, absurd as she
felt her own position to be, could not ignore the impertinence of her
maid's point of view. Theoretically, what Justine thought mattered less
than nothing. Actually it really made a great difference to the
mistress of the house.

"I would like to put that girl in her place once!" thought Mrs.
Salisbury. She began to wish that Justine would marry, and to envy
those of her friends who were still struggling with untrained Maggies
and Almas and Chloes. Whatever their faults, these girls were still
SERVANTS, old-fashioned "help"--they drudged away at cooking and beds
and sweeping all day, and rattled dishes far into the night.

The possibility of getting a second little maid occurred to her. She
suggested it, tentatively, to Sandy.

"You couldn't, unless I'm mistaken, Mother," Sandy said briskly, eyeing
a sandwich before she bit into it. The ladies were at luncheon. "For a
graduate servant can't work with any but a graduate servant; that's the
rule. At least I THINK it is!" And Sandy, turning toward the pantry,
called: "Oh, Justine!"

"Justine," she asked, when the maid appeared, "isn't it true that you
graduates can't work with untrained girls in the house?"

"That's the rule," Justine assented.

"And what does the school expect you to pay a second girl?" pursued the
daughter of the house.

"Well, where there are no children, twenty dollars a month," said
Justine, "with one dol