I never thought of that." "She has got to eat somewhere.

Where is she going to eat ?" asked Sylvia, pressing the question.
Rose got up and kissed her.

"Oh, well, I won't bother about it for a while, anyway," said she.

"Now I think of it, Betty is sure to be off to Newport by now, and Sally must be about to sail for Paris to buy her trousseau.

She is going to marry Dicky van Snyde in the autumn (whatever she sees in him)! So I doubt if either of them could do anything about a maid for me.