have always attended to the milkman just as I wished," said
Mrs. Fenelby, cheerfully. "Exactly as I wanted you to," she added,
for Bridget still waited. "And we will continue to get two quarts a
day."

"Very well, ma'am," whispered Bridget. "I was just thinkin' mebby ye
had changed yer moind about how much t' git. It is all th' same t'
me, Missus Fenelby, ma'am, how much ye git. I am not wan of thim
that don't allow th' lady ov th' house t' change her moind if she
wants to. I take no offince if she changes her moind. I am used t'
sich goin's on, ma'am, an' I know my place an' don't wish t'
dictate. Wan quart or two quarts or three quarts is all th' same t'
me."

"Bridget," said Mrs. Fenelby, laying down her sewing, "do we need
three quarts of milk?"

"No, ma'am," said Bridget.

"Well," asked Mrs. Fenelby, "are two quarts too much?"

"No, ma'am," said Bridget. "But if ye wanted t' change yer moind--"

"Not at all!" said Mrs. Fenelby, kindly but firmly. "Good-night,
Bridget."

Bridget backed out of the door, and Mr. Fenelby, who had kept his
head close to his book, turned to his wife with a frown on his brow.

"What is it, dear?" asked Mrs. Fenelby, after a fleeting glance at
his face.

"Laura," he said, "what shall we do with Bridget?"

Mrs. Fenelby looked up quickly. She quite forgot her sewing.

"Do with Bridget?" she asked. "What _do_ you mean, Tom? Has Bridget
said anything about leaving? And I was only this afternoon
congratulating myself on how good she was! I declare I don't know
what this world is going to do for servants--we pay Bridget more
than anyone in this town, I know we do, and treat her like one
of the family, almost, and now she is going to leave! It's
discouraging! When did she tell you she was going to leave?"

"Leave?" exclaimed Mr. Fenelby. "I never thought of such a thing. I
was only wondering what to do with her in--in the Commonwealth of
Bobberts."

"Oh!" cried Mrs. Fenelby, with a sigh of profound relief. She took
up her sewing again, and bent her head over it. "Is that all! Of
course Bridget expects to be treated like one of the family. I told
her when she came that I always treated my maids as part of the
family."

"But we can't have Bridget come in and sit with us whenever we have
a session of congress," said Mr. Fenelby.

"Certainly not!" said Mrs. Fenelby, very decidedly. "I wouldn't
think of such a thing!"

"So she can't be a State," said Mr. Fenelby, "and if we made