lar each for every person more than two in the
family. Then, in that case, the head servant, as we call the cook,
would get five dollars less a month. That is, I would get thirty-two
dollars, and the assistant twenty-three."

"Gracious!" said Mrs. Salisbury. "Thank you, Justine. We were just
asking. Fifty-five dollars for the two!" she ejaculated under her
breath when the girl was gone. "Why, I could get a fine cook and
waitress for less than that!"

And instantly the idea of two good maids instead of one graduated one
possessed her. A fine cook in the kitchen, paid, say twenty-five, and a
"second girl," paid sixteen. And none of these ridiculous and
inflexible regulations! Ah, the satisfaction of healthily imposing upon
a maid again, of rewarding that maid with the gift of a half-worn gown,
as a peace offering--Mrs. Salisbury drew a long breath. The time had
come for a change.

Mr. Salisbury, however, routed the idea with scorn. His wife had no
argument hardy enough to survive the blighting breath of his
astonishment. And Alexandra, casually approached, proved likewise
unfavorable.

"I am certainly not furthering my own comfort alone in this, as you and
Daddy seem inclined to think," Mrs. Salisbury said severely to her
daughter. "I feel that Justine's system is an imposition upon you,
dear. It isn't right for a pretty girl of your age to be caught dusting
the sitting-room, as Owen caught you yesterday. Daddy and I can keep a
nice home, we keep a motor car, we put the boys in good schools, and it
doesn't seem fair--"

"Oh, fair your grandmother!" Sandy broke in, with a breezy laugh. "If
Owen Sargent doesn't like it, he can just come TO! Look at HIS mother,
eating dinner the other day with four representatives of the
Waitresses' Union! Marching in a parade with dear knows who! Besides--"

"It is very different in Mrs. Sargent's case, dear," said Mrs.
Salisbury simply. "She could afford to do anything, and consequently it
doesn't matter what she does! It doesn't matter what you do, if you can
afford not to. The point is that we can't really afford a second maid."

"I don't see what that has to do with it!" said the girl of the coming
generation cheerfully.

"It has EVERYTHING to do with it," the woman of the passing generation
answered seriously.

"As far as Owen goes," Sandy went on thoughtfully, "I'm only too much
afraid he's the other way. What do you suppose he's going to do now?
He's going to establish a