"And everyone just as well pleased," he said, in real admiration. "I
congratulate you."

"It's only what we are all taught at college," Justine assured him.
"I'm just doing what they told me to! It's my business."

"It's pretty big business, and it's been waiting a long while," said
Kane Salisbury.

When Mrs. Salisbury began to get well, she began to get very hungry.
This was plain sailing for Justine, and she put her whole heart into
the dainty trays that went upstairs three times a day. While she was
enjoying them, Mrs. Salisbury liked to draw out her clever maid, and
the older woman and the young one had many a pleasant talk together.
Justine told her mistress that she had been country-born and bred,
and had grown up with a country girl's longing for nice surroundings
and education of the better sort.

"My name is not Justine at all," she said smilingly, "nor Harrison,
either, although I chose it because I have cousins of that name. We
are all given names when we go to college and take them with us.
Until the work is recognized, as it must be some day, as dignified
and even artistic, we are advised to sink our own identities in this
way."

"You mean that Harrison isn't your name?" Mrs. Salisbury felt this
to be really a little alarming, in some vague way.

"Oh, no! And Justine was given me as a number might have been."