managing."

"You dear old idiot," the lady said tenderly, "don't worry about
that! It will all come about quite naturally and pleasantly."

Indeed, it was still a relief to depend heavily upon Justine. Mrs.
Salisbury was quite bewildered by the duties that rose up on every
side of her; Sandy's frocks for the fall, the boys' school suits,
calls that must be made, friends who must be entertained, and the
opening festivities of several clubs to which she belonged.

She found things running very smoothly downstairs, there seemed to
be not even the tiniest flaw for a critical mistress to detect, and
the children had added a bewildering number of new names to their
lists of favorite dishes. Justine was asked over and over again for
her Manila curry, her beef and kidney pie, her scones and German
fruit tarts, and for a brown and crisp and savory dish in which the
mistress of the house recognized, under the title of chou farci, an
ordinary cabbage as a foundation.

"Oh, let's not have just chickens or beef," Sandy would plead when a
company dinner was under discussion. "Let's have one of Justine's
fussy dishes. Leave it to Justine!"

For the Treasure obviously enjoyed company dinner parties, and it
was fascinating to Sandy to see how methodically, and with what
delightful leisure, she prepared for them. Two or three days
beforehand her cake-making, silver-polishing, sweeping and cleaning
were well under way, and the day of the event itself was no busier
than any other day.