"It wouldn't do to have Ellen oily and Jane watery," Thaddeus
answered. "They'd mix worse than ever then. We're in pretty good
luck as it is."

"I think so, too, Teddy," Bessie replied; "but Jane is so foolish.
She might have known better than to send the square platter down to
Ellen for an omelet, when the omelet was five times as long as it
was broad."

"You always had square omelets, though, at your house--that is,
whenever I was there you had," said Thaddeus. "And I suppose Jane's
notion is that as things happened under your mother's regime, so
they ought to happen here."

"Possibly that was her notion," replied Bessie; "but, then, in your
family the omelets were oblong, and Ellen is too old to depart from
her traditions. Old people get set in their ways, and as long as
results are satisfactory, we ought not to be captious about
methods."

"No, indeed, we shouldn't," smiled Thaddeus; "but I don't want you
to give in to Ellen to too great an extent, my dear. This is your
home, and not my mother's, and your ways must be the ways of the
house."

"Ellen is all right," returned Bessie, "and I am so delighted to
have her, because, you know, Teddy dear, she knows what you like
even better, perhaps, than I do--naturally so, having grown up in
your family."