Cook and housemaid had come and gone--civil enough, but so obviously determined upon leaving the house at once that Miss Cornelia had sighed and let them go, though not without caustic comment.

Since then, she had devoted herself to calling up various employment agencies without entirely satisfactory results.

A new cook and housemaid were promised for the end of the week--but for the next three days the Japanese butler, Billy, and Lizzie between them would have to bear the brunt of the service.

Oh, yes--and then there's Dale's gardener, if she gets one, thought Miss, Cornelia.

"I wish he could cook--but I don't suppose gardeners can--and Billy's a treasure.
Still, its inconvenient--now, stop--Cornelia Van Gorder--you were asking for an adventure only this morning and the moment the littlest sort of one comes along, you want to crawl out of it." She had reached the bottom of her pile of letters--these to be thrown away, these to be answered--ah, here was one she had overlooked somehow.