The butler's chin went up and his cheeks grew redder than ever.
"I beg pardon, sir," he gasped, with a respectful but injured air.
"Rawles, you will kindly not interfere in such matters again.

It is not only the privilege, but the duty of every American to strike for higher pay whenever he feels like it, and I want it distinctly understood that I am heartily in favor of their attitude.

You will kindly go back and tell them that after a reasonable length of service their wiges--I mean wages--shall be increased.

AND DON'T MEDDLE AGAIN, Rawles." Late that afternoon Brewster dropped in at Mrs.DeMille's to talk over plans for the next dinner.

He realized that in no other way could he squander his money with a better chance of getting its worth than by throwing himself bodily into society.