ckle, met the grey eyes swimming in
tears, and demanded sternly, "You seem amused! May I ask at what you
are laughing?"

"He--he--he!" sniggered Eunice softly. "You--you looked so fierce, and
you gave such a tug to the reins! I couldn't help thinking what a hard
driver you would be! You say it is impossible to be a good mistress
unless you are first a good servant, but you don't seem to be very
expert yourself, and yet you can order people about better than any one
I know. I noticed that from the first. People always seem to do what
you want. How do you reconcile that with your argument?" She smiled as
she spoke, not without a spice of triumph at having cornered the
redoubtable Peggy; but she had yet to learn the extraordinary manner in
which that young woman could twist and turn, arguing first in one
direction and then in the other, as suited the convenience of the
moment. On the present occasion she beamed acknowledgment of the
compliment, and cried airily:

"Some are born to command, and some to serve! It would be idle to deny
that I belong to the former species. If I cannot do the work myself, I
can at least help others to do it, and point out their faults in a
convincing manner. I should like to have a large household of servants,
and make them pass before me in turns, while I sat in an easy-chair and
issued orders, and I should consider that my share of the labour
exceeded theirs, for brain toil is more exhausting than manual. It
takes a great deal of study to manage a household, and as a rule girls
in our position give no thought to the matter. They are engrossed with
the pleasures of society, but a butterfly life would never satisfy me.
My leanings are Domestic. I have an ever-growing desire to become
Domestic!"

"Oh, so have I!" cried Eunice eagerly. "So have I! Let us be domestic
together, Peggy, do! Let us begin now, while I am here. It would be so
much nicer than trying alone. Do--do let us begin at once!"

She was quite excited. The grey eyes were shining, and there was a
pretty pink flush on the pale cheeks. Peggy smiled at her, and patted
her knee, with the kindly amusement with which one receives the
petitions of an eager child.

"Well," she said graciously, "suppose we do! It would be quite amusing.
I am willing, dear, if you will suggest in what way you would like to
begin."

"We might ask your cook to give us lessons in cooking!"

"No, my dear, we might not. I couldn't