"Another leaf in the dining-table ?" said she, vaguely.
"Yes.

I don't think there's room for more than four without another leaf." "But--my maid would not eat at the table with us." "Would she be willing to eat in the kitchen--cold victuals--after we had finished ?" Rose looked exceedingly puzzled.

"No, she would not; at least, no maid I ever had would have," she admitted.
"Where is she going to eat, then?
Would she wait till after we were through and eat in the dining-room ?" "I don't believe she would like that, either." "Where is she going to eat ?" demanded Sylvia, inexorably.
Rose gazed at her.
"She could have a little table in here, or in the parlor," said Sylvia.
Rose laughed.

"Oh, that would never do!" said she.

"Of course there was a servants' dining-room at Mrs.Wilton's, and there always is in a hotel, you know.