bimonthly bill. Justine also gave her mistress another inadequate
sum, what was left from her week's expenditures.

The two grocery bills were for rather a formidable sum. The thought
of them, in their desk drawer, rather worried Mrs. Salisbury. One
evening she bravely told her husband about them, and laid them
before him.

Mr. Salisbury was annoyed. He had been free from these petty worries
for some months, and he disliked their introduction again.

"I thought this was Justine's business, Sally?" said he, frowning
over his eyeglasses.

"Well, it IS" said his wife, "but she hasn't enough money,
apparently, and she simply handed me these, without saying
anything."

"Well, but that doesn't sound like her. Why?"

"Oh, because I do the ordering, she says. They're queer, you know,
Kane; all servants are. And she seems very touchy about it."

"Nonsense!" said the head of the house roundly. "Oh, Justine!" he
shouted, and the maid, after putting an inquiring head in from the
dining-room, duly came in, and stood before him.

"What's struck your budget that you were so proud of, Justine?"
asked Kane Salisbury. "It looks pretty sick."