Mrs. Salisbury threw her husband one glance.

"Well, I'll tell you what we have decided in the morning, Justine,"
she said, with dignity. "That's all. You needn't wait."

Justine went back to her kitchen, and Mr. Salisbury, smiling, said:

"Sally, how unreasonable you are! And how you do dislike that girl!"

The outrageous injustice of this scattered to the winds Mrs.
Salisbury's last vestige of calm, and, after one scathing summary of
the case, she refused to discuss it at all, and opened the evening
paper with marked deliberation.

For the next two or three weeks she did all the marketing herself,
but this plan did not work well. Bills doubled in size, and so many
things were forgotten, or were ordered at the last instant by
telephone, and arrived too late, that the whole domestic system was
demoralized.

Presently, of her own accord, Mrs. Salisbury reestablished Justine
with her allowance, and with full authority to shop when and how she
pleased, and peace fell again. But, smoldering in Mrs. Salisbury's
bosom was a deep resentment at this peculiar and annoying state of
affairs. She began to resent everything Justine did and said, as one
human being shut up in the same house with another is very apt to
do.

No schooling ever made it easy to accept the sight of Justine's