tastes of the Salisburys, and she went her way serenely.

Not so much as a teaspoonful of cold spinach was wasted in these
days. Justine's "left-over" dishes were quite as good as anything
else she cooked; her artful combinations, her garnishes of pastry,
her illusive seasoning, her enveloping and varied sauces disguised
and transformed last night's dinner into a real feast to-night.

The Treasure went to market only twice a week, on Saturdays and
Tuesdays. She planned her meals long beforehand, with the aid of
charts brought from college, and paid cash for everything she
bought. She always carried a large market basket on her arm on these
trips, and something in her trim, strong figure and clean gray gown,
as she started off, appealed to a long-slumbering sense of house-
holder's pride in Mr. Salisbury. It seemed good to him that a person
who worked so hard for him and for his should be so bright and
contented looking, should like her life so well.

Late in September Mrs. Salisbury came downstairs again to a spotless
drawing-room and a dining-room gay with flowers. Dinner was a little
triumph, and after dinner she was escorted to a deep chair, and
called upon to admire new papers and hangings, cleaned rugs and a
newly polished floor.

"You are wonderful, wonderful people, every one of you!" said the
convalescent, smiling eyes roving about her. "Grass paper, Kane, and
such a dear border!" she said. "And everything feeling so clean! And
my darling girl writing letters and seeing people all these weeks!
And my boys so good! And dear old Daddy carrying the real burden for
everyone--what a dreadfully spoiled woman I am! And Justine--come