When I used to ask her to suggest (one does, you know: it is so hard to think up a variety!), she'd always be ready with an idea, or remind me that we had had so and so two days before, till I asked her if she'd like to order, and she said she'd be willing to try, and now I just sit down to the table without knowing what's going to be there." "But I should think that would interfere with your sense of freedom," said Mrs.Ellen A Dankshire, "A woman should be mistress of her own household." "Why I am! I order whenever I specially want anything.

But she really does it more--more scientifically.

She has made a study of it.

And the bills are very much lower." "Well, I think you are the luckiest woman alive!" sighed Mrs.Ree.

"I wish I had her!" Many a woman wished she had her, and some, calling when they knew Mrs.
Porne was out, or descending into their own kitchens of an evening when the strange Miss Bell was visiting "the help," made flattering propositions to her to come to them.