crystal from her checked glass towel.

"Justine," began the mistress, "have we been getting our groceries
from Lewis & Sons lately?"

Justine placidly referred to an account book which she took from a
drawer under the pantry shelves.

"Our last order was August eleventh," she announced.

Something in her unembarrassed serenity annoyed Mrs. Salisbury.

"May I ask why?" she suggested sharply.

"Well, they are a long way from here," Justine said, after a
second's thought, "and they are very expensive grocers, Mrs.
Salisbury. Of course, what they have is of the best, but they cater
to the very richest families, you know--firms like Lewis & Sons
aren't very much interested in the orders they receive from--well,
from upper middle-class homes, people of moderate means. They handle
hotels and the summer colony at Burning Woods."

Justine paused, a little uncertain of her terms, and Mrs. Salisbury
interposed an icy question.

"May I ask where you HAVE transferred my trade?"

"Not to any one place," the girl answered readily and mildly. But a
little resentful color had crept into her cheeks. "I pay as I go,
and follow the bargains," she explained. "I go to market twice a