wis & Sons ever since we were married,"
Mrs. Salisbury said, smiling with great tolerance, and in a soothing
voice, "Justine, for some reason, doesn't like Lewis & Sons--"

"It isn't that," said the maid quickly. "It's just that it's against
the rules of the college for anyone else to do any ordering, unless, of
course, you and I discussed it beforehand and decided just what to
spend."

"You mean, unless I simply went to market for you?" asked the mistress,
in a level tone.

"Well, it amounts to that--yes."

Mrs. Salisbury threw her husband one glance.

"Well, I'll tell you what we have decided in the morning, Justine," she
said, with dignity. "That's all. You needn't wait."

Justine went back to her kitchen, and Mr. Salisbury, smiling, said:

"Sally, how unreasonable you are! And how you do dislike that girl!"

The outrageous injustice of this scattered to the winds Mrs.
Salisbury's last vestige of calm, and, after one scathing summary of
the case, she refused to discuss it at all, and opened the evening
paper with marked deliberation.

For the next two or three weeks she did all the marketing herself, but
this plan did not work well. Bills doubled in size, and so many things
were forgotten, or were ordered at the last instant by telephone, and
arrived too late, that the whole domestic system was demoralized.

Presently, of her own accord, Mrs. Salisbury reestablished Justine with
her allowance, and with full authority to shop when and how she
pleased, and peace fell again. But, smoldering in Mrs. Salisbury's
bosom was a deep resentment at this peculiar and annoying state of
affairs. She began to resent everything Justine did and said, as one
human being shut up in the same house with another is very apt to do.

No schooling ever made it easy to accept the sight of Justine's leisure
when she herself was busy. It was always exasperating, when perhaps
making beds upstairs, to glance from the window and see Justine
starting for market, her handsome figure well displayed in her long
dark coat, her shining braids half hidden by her simple yet dashing hat.

"I walked home past Perry's," Justine would perhaps say on her return,
"to see their prize chrysanthemums. They really are wonderful! The old
man took me over the greenhouses himself, and showed me everything!"

Or perhaps, unpacking her market basket by the spotless kitchen table,
she would confide innocently:

"Samuels is really having an extraordinary s