girl looked a little troubled.

"Shall I give you my accounts and my ledger?" she asked rather
uncertainly.

"No-o, I don't see any necessity for that," the older woman said,
after a second's pause.

"But Lewis & Sons is a very expensive place," Justine pursued; "they
never have sales, never special prices. Their cheapest tomatoes are
fifteen cents a can, and their peaches twenty-five--"

"Never mind," Mrs. Salisbury interrupted her briskly. "We'll manage
somehow. I always did trade there, and never had any trouble. Begin
with him to-morrow. And, while, of course, I understand that I was
ill and couldn't be bothered in this case, I want to ask you not to
make any more changes without consulting me, if you please."

Justine, still standing, her troubled eyes on her employer, the last
glass, polished to diamond brightness, in her hand, frowned
mutinously.

"You understand that if you do any ordering whatever, Mrs.
Salisbury, I will have to give up my budget. You see, in that case,
I wouldn't know where I stood at all."

"You would get the bill at the end of the month," Mrs. Salisbury
said, displeased.

"Yes, but I don't run bills," the girl persisted.