et a "fine girl" for
three dollars a week. The fact that the "fine girl" did not apparently
exist did not at all shake Mrs. Salisbury's confidence that she could
get two "good girls." Her hope in the untried solution rose with every
failure.

"Thirty-seven is steep," said Kane Salisbury slowly. "However! What do
we pay now, Mother?"

"Five a week," said that lady inflexibly.

"But we paid Germaine more," said Alexandra eagerly. "And didn't you
pay Lizzie six and a half?"

"The last two months I did, yes," her mother agreed unwillingly. "But
that comes only to twenty-six or seven," she added.

"But, look here," said Owen, reading. "Here it says: 'NOTE. Where a
graduate is required to manage on a budget, it is computed that she
saves the average family from two to seven dollars weekly on food and
fuel bills.'"

"Now that begins to sound like horse sense," Mr. Salisbury began. But
the mistress of the house merely smiled, and shook a dubious head, and
the younger members of the family here created a diversion by reminding
their sister's guest, with animation, that he had half-asked them to go
out for a short ride in his car. Alexandra accordingly ran for a veil,
and the young quartette departed with much noise, Owen stuffing his
pamphlets and booklet into his pocket before he went.

Mr. and Mrs. Salisbury settled down contentedly to double Canfield, the
woman crushing out the last flicker of the late topic with a placid
shake of the head, when the man asked her for her honest opinion of the
American School of Domestic Science. "I don't truly think it's at all
practical, dear," said Mrs. Salisbury regretfully. "But we might watch
it for a year or two and go into the question again some time, if you
like. Especially if some one else has tried one of these maids, and we
have had a chance to see how it goes!"

The very next morning Mrs. Salisbury awakened with a dull headache. Hot
sunlight was streaming into the bedroom, an odor of coffee, drifting
upstairs, made her feel suddenly sick. Her first thought was that she
COULD not have Sandy's two friends to luncheon, and she COULD not keep
a shopping and tea engagement with a friend of her own! She might creep
through the day somehow, but no more.

She dressed slowly, fighting dizziness, and went slowly downstairs,
sighing at the sight of disordered music and dust in the dining-room,
the sticky chafing-dish and piled plates in the pantry. In the kitchen
was a litter of