member, she had two days of the introspective mood then."

"Thank you, Delia! It's done to a turn!" and Isabella smiled sweetly
at the returning maid, who retreated a step and stood still, fumbling
her tray, an embarrassed, determined look upon her face.

"It's perfectly lovely," chimed in Henrietta with enthusiasm.

The girl shuffled from one foot to the other but her expression did
not relax. Isabella cast an "I-told-you-so" look at her sister and
glanced expectantly at the maid.

"What is it, Delia?"

"I'm thinkin', Miss Marne, you'd better be lookin' for a new girl."

"Why, what's the matter? You don't want to leave us, do you?"

"No, miss, I don't want to, an' that's the truth. But I don't think
I'll be stayin' any longer than you can get another girl."

"What's the trouble, Delia?"

"It's lonesomeness, Miss Marne. It's that respectable out here that
there's niver a policeman comes along this street for days at a time.
An' the milkman comes around that early I niver see him, an' anyway
he's elderly an' the father of four. An' it's so high-toned, there
ain't a livery stable anywhere, an' so there's none of them boys to
pass a word with once in a while. An' there's only the postman, an'
him small and married."

There was silence for a moment while the maid shuffled her feet and
turned her tray about and the sisters bit their lips. Then Isabella
exclaimed, in a tone of brisk sympathy:

"Yes, Delia, I understand how you feel, and I don't blame you at all,
but----"

"Don't make up your mind right away, Delia," Henrietta broke in.
"Think about it a little longer. Maybe something will happen."

"And only think, Harry," Isabella groaned, as Delia left the room,
"what a wonderful bargain that real estate agent made us think we were
getting, just because there were so many restrictions there could
never be anything or anybody objectionable within a mile of us!"

"I had an inspiration just in the nick of time," Henrietta replied.
"Mrs. Fenlow told me, when she was in the office the other day,
waiting for Mr. Brand, that she is going to move her garage to this
end of her property, which you know is just a block away, with an
entrance from this street--she hoped it wouldn't annoy us--and she
said she was going to have a new chauffeur. And we can hope, Bella,
that he'll be young and tall and handsome and inclined to be
flirtatious with good-looking maids who sometimes work in front
door-yards nearby. Why, here's