"O Edgar!" cried she in a triumphant whisper, "I've got such a nice girl! She's just as neat and quick; you've no idea the work she's done today--it looks like another place already.

But if things look queer at dinner don't notice it--for I've just given her her head.

I was so tired, and baby bothered so, and she said that perhaps she could manage all by herself if I was willing to risk it, so I took baby for a car-ride and have only just got back.

And I _think_ the dinner's going to be lovely!" It was lovely.

The dining-room was cool and flyless.