Idle Hour Stories by Eugenia Dunlap Potts
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soothe and satisfy, and raise wages and make promises, what guarantee
have I that the same thing will not occur to-morrow, and next day, and next week? I engaged them fairly and squarely, and have held strictly to my contract. They are so spoiled and unmanageable that there is no satisfaction in their service. Even now, while I am talking they are no doubt still in an uproar. Why, it is a wholesale mutiny. Something must be done at once. I have come to you for advice. If, as I say, they could be persuaded to remain, I cannot promise you any comfort. If I discharge the whole crew, it will be a day, perhaps two days, before I can supply their places; for I shall have to go to New York for white help. Can you solve the problem?" For a moment there was silence. Then Miss May Delano, a handsome, wealthy city girl, said, with a challenging glance all around: "I'll wait upon the table for my part, if somebody will get me something to serve!" This was received with an outburst, and instantly all was chatter and confusion as they caught up the spirit of the thing. "I'll fill the orders as fast as you can take them," boasted a Wall St. exquisite, who would have unbent his dignity to any degree to please the bewitching heiress. "I'll help anywhere--wherever I'm needed," exclaimed another city belle. "And I!" came in chorus. "We'll be chambermaids," said a party who had just donned bathing suits of blue flannel. "All right! Get to work!" commanded the crowd. "You have on just the |
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