Even in spacious country homes the servants' rooms are considered matters of little importance.
"One woman," writes Miss Kellor, "planned her new three-story house with the attic windows so high that no one could see out of them.

When the architect remonstrated she said: 'Oh, those are for the maids; I don't expect them to spend their time looking out.'" I remember a young girl who waited on table at a woman's hotel where I made my home.

One morning I sent this girl for more cream for my coffee.
She was gone some time and I spoke to her a little impatiently when she returned.

She was silent for a moment, then she said: "Do you know that every time you send me to the pantry it means a walk of three and a half blocks?
This dining-room and the kitchens and pantries are a block apart, and are separated by three flights of stairs.

I have counted the distance there and back, and it is more than three blocks." "But, Kittie," I said to her, "why do you work in a hotel, if it's like that?
Why don't you take a place in a private family ?" "I've tried that," said the girl.