Azalea took off her dress and looked at the skirt with concern.

"Some dusty," she remarked, "but it'll brush off."

"Oh, yes; lay it on that chair. Janet will look after it."

"Brush it, you mean?"

"Yes; clean it and press it properly."

"My land! does your servant do that?"

"Certainly. And leave your street shoes out for her to attend to."

"Oh,--I see! She's a regular outfit! Well, I never had a maid,--but I
guess I can stand one."

Janet re-entered the room at this moment, and with an attempted air of
grandeur, Azalea flung herself into a low chair, and stuck out her foot
to have her shoe removed.

Patty gasped. The girl changed so quickly from independence to apparent
helplessness, and yet her manner was so crude and overbearing, that it
was doubtful how the maid would take it.

However, Janet was not only a well-trained servant, but she adored her
mistress and not for worlds would she have failed in her duty.

Quietly and respectfully she knelt before Azalea and took off her shoes