Yes, we had a long talk, chummy and confidential, and before we turns
in Nick has plotted out a substitute for the shingle programme that he
promises to try on first thing next morning I didn't expect to be in on
it; but we happens to be sittin' on the veranda waitin' for breakfast,
when out comes Robbie in a pink mornin' gown with a cute boudoir cap on
her head.

"Why haven't they sent up my coffee and rolls?" she demands.

"Did you order them, Robbie?" says Nick.

"Why no," says she. "Didn't you?"

"No," says Nick. "I'm not going to, either. You're mistress of the
house, you know, Robbie, and from now on you are in full charge."

"But--but I thought Mrs. Parkins, the housekeeper, was to manage all
those things," says she.

"You said yesterday you couldn't bear Mrs. Parkins," says Nick; "so I'm
sending her back to town. She's packing her things now. There are
four servants left, though, which is enough. But they need
straightening out. They are squabbling over their work, and neglecting
it. You will have to settle all that."

"But--but, Nick," protests Robbie, "I'm sure I know nothing at all
about it."

"As my wife you are supposed to," says Nick. "You must learn. Anyway,