, signed "Mary
Jones, No.--William street, New York." There was a suspicious look
about this "char_ac_ter;" but of course I had no means of deciding
whether it were a true or false document.

After some debate with myself, I finally decided to give Alice a
trial.

It so happened that on the very day she came, an old lady friend of
my mother's, accompanied by her two daughters, both married and
housekeepers, called to spend the afternoon and take tea. As they
lived at some distance, I had tea quite early, not waiting for Mr.
Smith, whose business kept him away pretty late.

During the afternoon, my "butter man" came. Occasionally he brings
some very nice country sausages, and I always make it a point to
secure a few pounds when he does so. He had some on this occasion.

"Alice," said I, as I entered the kitchen about four o'clock, "I
want you to hurry and get tea ready as quickly as you can."

"Yes, mum," was the ready reply.

"And Alice," I added, "we'll have some of these sausages with the
tea. They are very fine ones--better than we usually get. Be sure to
cook them very nice."

"Yes, mum," promptly answered the girl, looking quite intelligent.

A few more directions as to what we were to have were given, and
then I went up to sit with my company.

It was not my intention to leave all to the doubtful skill of my new
cook, but, either the time passed very rapidly, or she was more
prompt and active than is usual among cooks, for the tea bell rung
before I was in expectation of hearing it.

"Ah," said I, "there is our tea bell," and I arose, adding, "will
you walk into the dining-room, ladies?"

The words were no sooner uttered than a doubt as to all being as I
could wish crossed my mind; and I regretted that I had not first
repaired to the dining-room alone. But, as it was too late now, or,
rather, I did not happen to have sufficient presence of mind to
recall my invitation to the ladies to walk in to tea, until I had
preceded them a few minutes.

Well, we were presently seated at the tea table. My practised eye
instantly saw that the cloth was laid crookedly, and that the dishes
were placed in a slovenly manner.

I couldn't help a passing apology, on the ground of a new domestic,
and then proceeded to the business of pouring out the tea. The cups
were handed around, and I soon noticed that my guests were sipping
from their spoons in a very unsatisfactory manner. I was in the act
of filling my own cup