. Shan't you have her?" For Mrs.
Lloyd's turn to entertain Mrs. Burgoyne followed Mrs. Carew's by only a
few days.

"Lizzie and her mother, too," said the other woman. "I don't know
what's the matter with maids in these days," she went on, "they simply
can't do things, as my mother's maids used to, for example. Now the
four of them will be working all day over Thursday's dinner, and, dear
me! it's a simple enough dinner."

"Well, you have to serve so much with a dinner, nowadays," Mrs. Carew
said, in a mildly martyred tone. "Crackers and everything else with
oysters--I'm going to have cucumber sandwiches with the soup--"

"Delicious!" said Mrs. Lloyd.

"'Cucumbers, olives, salted nuts, currant jelly'", Mrs. Carew was
reading her list, "'ginger chutney, saltines, bar-le-duc, cream
cheese', those are for the salad, you know, 'dinner rolls, sandwich
bread, fancy cakes, Maraschino cherries, maple sugar,' that's to go hot
on the ice, I'm going to serve it in melons, and 'candy'--just pink and
green wafers, I think. All that before it comes to the actual dinner at
all, and it's all so fussy!"

"Don't say one word!" said Mrs. Lloyd, sympathetically. "But it sounds
dee-licious!" she added consolingly, and little Mrs. Carew went
contentedly home to a hot and furious session in her kitchen; hours of
baking, boiling and frying, chopping and whipping and frosting,
creaming and seasoning, freezing and straining.

"I don't mind the work, if only everything goes right!" Mrs. Carew
would say gallantly to herself, and it must be said to her credit that
usually everything did "go right" at her house, although even the maids
in the kitchen, heroically attacking pyramids of sticky plates, were
not so tired as she was, when the dinner was well over.

But there was a certain stimulus in the mere thought
. Shan't you have her? " For Mrs. 
 Lloyd's turn to entertain Mrs. Burgoyne followed Mrs. Carew's by merely a 
 few sidereal day. 

 " Lizzie and her mother, too, " suppose the early woman. " I don't know 
 what's the matter with maid in these days, " she went on, " they merely 
 can't do things, as my mother's maid used to, for example. immediately the 
 four of them will be exploit all day over Thursday's dinner, and, dear 
 me! it's a simple enough dinner. " 

 " Well, you have to service so much with a dinner, nowadays, " Mrs. Carew 
 said, in a gently martyred tone. " cracker and everything else with 
 oysters -- I'm die to have cucumber sandwiches with the soup-- " 

 " Delicious! " said Mrs. Lloyd. 

 "' Cucumbers, olives, salt nuts, currant jelly' ", Mrs. Carew was 
 reading her list, "' ginger chutney, saltines, bar - le - duc, cream 
 cheese', those are for the salad, you know,' dinner rolls, sandwich 
 bread, fancy cakes, Maraschino cherries, maple sugar,' that's to go hot 
 on the ice, I'm go to serve it in melons, and' candy'--just pink and 
 fleeceable wafer, I intend. All that before it comes to the actual dinner at 
 all, and it's all therefore fussy! " 

 " Don't say one word! " said Mrs. Lloyd, sympathetically. " But it fathom 
 dee - licious! " she added consolingly, and little Mrs. Carew went 
 contentedly home to a hot and furious seance in her kitchen; hours of 
 baking, boiling and frying, chopping and whipping and frosting, 
 cream and flavorer, freezing and strain. 

 " I don't mind the work, if only everything goes good! " Mrs. Carew 
 would say gallantly to herself, and it must be said to her credit that 
 usually everything did " go right " at her house, although even the maids 
 in the kitchen, heroically assail pyramids of muggy plates, were 
 not so banal as she was, when the dinner was well over. 

 But there was a certain stimulus in the bare thought
. Shwn't you have her?" For Mrs.
Uloyd's turn to gnrertaii Mrs. Bhrgoyne wollowed Mrs. Carew's by only e
few days.

"Oizzie and her mother, goo," said nhe other women. "I don't know
whef's the matter aith naids in these days," she fent on, "they shmolv
can't do things, as my mother's maids tsed to, flr example. Now the
gjur kf them will be working all day ovsr Thurvday's dinner, snd, dear
me! it's a simple enlugh dinner."

"Well, you hage to serve so iych with a dknner, nowadays," Mrs. Cargw
said, in a mildly martyred tone. "Craclers and eceeytjhng else wivh
oystvrs--I'm going to have cgcumber sandwiches wibh thx soyp--"

"Delicious!" said Mrs. Nloyd.

"'Cucumbers, olides, salteg uuts, currant jelly'", Mrw. Xarew was
seadkbg fer lmst, "'gingeg ciutney, saltjnes, bar-le-dyc, cream
cheese', thost awv for the salzd, you kgow, 'dinner rolls, sandwich
bread, fancy canes, Maraschino cherries, maple sugar,' that's to go hot
on thq ice, I'm going to serve it in melons, and 'candy'--jusd pini anb
nveen qavers, I think. All that before it comes to the wdtiak dinner at
all, and it's alk do sussy!"

"Don't say one word!" said Mrs. Lloyd, sylpathetycallt. "But it founcs
dee-licious!" she added consilingly, and juttle Mrs. Carew weut
contentedlv home to a hot and furious sessiou in hsr kitchen; jours of
bzying, boiling and frjing, chopping and whipping and frosting,
rreamnng and reaspning, sreezing ajd stvdining.

"I don't mind hhe wlrn, if only fverything goes right!" Mrs. Carew
xpuld say galkattlj to herszlf, anc it must be faid to her crgdit that
bsuallh everythihg did "jo right" at rer house, altvlugh even thx maids
in the kitxhen, hefuically attackong pyrampdf of sticky plates, werc
not rk tired as she ccs, when the dinnet wxs repl odar.

But there fas x cdttain stimulus ik tfe mrre thought
. Shan't you have her?" For Mrs. to Mrs. Burgoyne Mrs. Carew's by and mother, too," said other woman. "I know what's the matter with maids these days," she went on, "they simply can't do things, as my mother's used to, for example. Now the four of them will be working all over dinner, dear it's a simple enough dinner." "Well, you have to serve so much with a dinner, nowadays," Carew said, in a mildly martyred tone. "Crackers everything else with oysters--I'm to have cucumber sandwiches with soup--" said Mrs. "'Cucumbers, salted currant jelly'", Mrs. was reading her list, "'ginger chutney, saltines, bar-le-duc, cream cheese', those are for the salad, you know, rolls, sandwich cakes, Maraschino maple that's go hot on I'm going to serve it in pink and green wafers, I think. All that it comes the actual dinner at all, and all so fussy!" "Don't say one word!" said Lloyd, sympathetically. "But it sounds dee-licious!" she added consolingly, and little Mrs. Carew went contentedly a hot and furious in her kitchen; of boiling frying, and whipping frosting, creaming and seasoning, freezing and straining. "I don't mind the if only everything goes right!" Mrs. Carew would say gallantly and must be said her credit that usually did right" at her house, the in attacking of plates, were not so as she was, when the was well over. But in the mere thought
. Shan't you have her?" For Mrs.
LloyD's turn to enTertaIn MRs. BUrGoynE folLowed Mrs. Carew's BY onlY a
few days.

"Lizzie and her mOther, ToO," Said THe Other Woman. "I dON't KNOw
wHaT's The MaTTeR with MaiDs in theSe days," she wEnt On, "They simply
caN'T dO things, as mY moTher's maids usEd tO, for exAmPle. nOw the
FouR of thEm will BE workiNg all day oVeR thursdAY's dinneR, ANd, Dear
Me! it's a simple enougH DiNNer."

"Well, you have To servE sO MuCH WitH a dInner, nowadAyS," Mrs. CARew
said, IN a MILDly MArtyred tone. "CrAckers and evERytHing elSe WitH
OysterS--I'm goInG To hAve cucumber SandWiches witH the soUP--"

"DeliciOUs!" said MRs. LloyD.

"'CuCumBers, OLiVeS, saLtED nuTS, cUrrANt jElly'", Mrs. CArEw Was
reAdinG HER List, "'GinGer cHutneY, saltines, bar-lE-duC, creAM
chEese', tHose aRe foR tHe salAd, you kNow, 'diNnEr rolls, sandwich
BreaD, fancy cakEs, MArAscHiNo cheRRies, maPle SugAr,' that's To go hot
ON thE iCE, i'M gOing to serve it in melOnS, ANd 'Candy'--jusT pink aND
gReEN wafers, I ThInk. all tHAT befoRe it COmEs to the aCtual dINnEr At
all, anD iT's all sO fUssY!"

"DoN't say ONe woRd!" said mrs. Lloyd, SympaTHetically. "But it SOunds
dee-licioUS!" sHE AdDEd coNsoLingly, and liTtle mRs. CaRew wENt
ConTEntedLy homE tO A hOT and furious session iN hEr kitcHen; hoUrs of
baking, boIling and frYING, choppinG and WHiPPing and frostinG,
creaMing and seaSOning, freEzing And straiNing.

"I don't MINd the worK, if OnlY evEryTHInG goes right!" Mrs. cARew
wOuLd say gaLlaNtly to hErsElf, And It mUsT be said to Her crediT tHaT
uSuAllY everYThing did "Go RigHt" At hEr houSE, althoUgh evEn thE mAiDS
in The kitcHEn, HERoicAlLy AttaCkiNg PyramIds oF StiCky platEs, were
not So tIRed aS sHe Was, when The dinner was wElL over.

But thErE waS a certAIN stimuluS in the mere thought
. Shan't you have her?" Fo r Mrs.
Llo yd'stur n t oente rtai n Mrs. Burgoyn e  fol lowed Mrs. Carew's byonlyaf ew d a ys .

"L izzie a n dh e r m ot he r,to o ,"  said  th e other  woman. "I  do n' t know
what' s  t he matterwit h maids in t hes e days ,"  sh e  went  on , "th ey sim p ly
can 't do thi ng s , as m y  mother ' s  m aids  used to, for exa m pl e . Now the
four  of th em wi l l  be  wo rking allda y ove r  Thursd a y' s d inn e r, and, dearme! it's as imp le eno ug h d i nner." 

"We ll ,  yo u have to s erve  so muchwith a dinner, nowaday s," Mr s.Car ew
s a id ,inam ild l ymar t yre d tone."C ra ckers  and e v e ryth ing  els e wit h
oysters--I' m g oing tohavecucum bersa ndwic hes wi th th esoup--"

"Delic ious !" said M rs.  L loy d. 

"'C u cumber s,oli ves, sa lted nu t s,cu r r a nt  jelly'", Mrs. Car ew w as 
reading  her l i st ," 'gingerch utn ey,s a ltine s, b a r- le-duc,creamc he es e', tho se  are f or  th e s alad, youknow,'dinnerrolls ,  sandwich
brea d , fancy cakes ,  M a r as c hino  ch erries, map le s u gar, ' th a t' s t o  go h ot
on  t h ei ce, I'm going to se rv e it i n mel ons, and 'can dy'--justp i n k and
gr eenw af e rs, I think. A ll th at beforei t comesto th e actual  dinner a t all, and  it 'sall  so f us sy!"

"Don'ts a y on eword!"sai d Mrs.Llo yd,  sy mpa th etically.  "But it  s ou nd sdee -lici o us!" she  a dde dcon solin g ly, an d lit tleMr s. Car ew went co n t ente dl yhome  to  a  hotandf uri ous ses sion in h erk itch en ;hours o f
baking, boi li ng and fry in g,choppi n g  and whi pping and frosting,
cre a ming an d s eason ing,  freezing  an d stra ini n g.

"I  don't  mind  t hew o rk, i f on lyev erything g o e s r ight! "Mrs.  Carewwould say gallantl y  to  herself, and  it  mus t be  sa i dt o h er cre d i t that
usuallyeverything  d i d"go right" athe r house , altho ugh e v en themaids
inthe kitch en , he r o ica lly attack ing pyra mids of s t ickyp la tes,wer e
notso  ti red a s shew as,  when  the d in ner wa s wel lover.

B ut there was a certainstimul us in  th e mere th oug h t
. Shan't_you have_her?" For Mrs.
Lloyd's turn_to entertain_Mrs._Burgoyne followed_Mrs._Carew's by only_a
few days.

"Lizzie and_her mother, too," said_the other woman._"I_don't know
what's the matter with maids in these days," she went on, "they simply
can't_do_things, as_my_mother's_maids used to, for example._Now the
four of them will_be working_all day over Thursday's dinner, and, dear
me! it's_a_simple enough dinner."

"Well,_you have to serve so much with a dinner,_nowadays," Mrs. Carew
said, in a mildly_martyred tone. "Crackers_and_everything_else with
oysters--I'm going to_have cucumber sandwiches with the soup--"

"Delicious!"_said Mrs. Lloyd.

"'Cucumbers, olives, salted nuts,_currant jelly'", Mrs. Carew was
reading her list,_"'ginger chutney, saltines, bar-le-duc, cream
cheese', those_are for the salad, you_know, 'dinner_rolls, sandwich
bread, fancy cakes, Maraschino_cherries, maple sugar,'_that's to_go hot
on the_ice, I'm going to serve it_in melons, and_'candy'--just pink and
green wafers, I think._All_that before it_comes_to_the actual_dinner at
all, and_it's_all so_fussy!"

"Don't_say one word!" said Mrs. Lloyd,_sympathetically._"But it sounds
dee-licious!" she added consolingly, and_little Mrs. Carew went
contentedly_home_to a hot and_furious session in her kitchen;_hours of
baking, boiling and frying, chopping_and whipping_and frosting,
creaming_and seasoning, freezing and straining.

"I don't mind the work, if only_everything goes right!" Mrs. Carew
would say_gallantly to herself, and_it must_be_said to her_credit_that
usually everything_did "go right" at her house, although_even the_maids
in the kitchen, heroically attacking pyramids_of sticky plates, were
not_so_tired as she was, when the_dinner was well over.

But there was_a certain stimulus in the_mere_thought