"I've worked out for twenty-five years, and I never met no such goings on!" Little Ilda looked at Mrs.James' severe face and giggled.
"I've heard of it," said Molly Connors, "I've a cousin that's workin' in New York; and she's had to leave two good places on account of their misbehavin' theirselves.

She's a fine girl, but too good-lookin'." Diantha studied types, questioned them, drew them out, adjusted facts to theories and theories to facts.

She found the weakness of the whole position to lie in the utter ignorance and helplessness of the individual servant.

"If they were only organized," she thought--"and knew their own power!--Well; there's plenty of time." As her acquaintance increased, and as Mrs.Weatherstone's interest in her plans increased also, she started the small summer experiment she had planned, for furnishing labor by the day.

Mrs.James was an excellent cook, though most unpleasant to work with.