"I would like to put that girl in her place once!" thought Mrs.
Salisbury. She began to wish that Justine would marry, and to envy
those of her friends who were still struggling with untrained
Maggies and Almas and Chloes. Whatever their faults, these girls
were still SERVANTS, old-fashioned "help"--they drudged away at
cooking and beds and sweeping all day, and rattled dishes far into
the night.

The possibility of getting a second little maid occurred to her. She
suggested it, tentatively, to Sandy.

"You couldn't, unless I'm mistaken, Mother," Sandy said briskly,
eyeing a sandwich before she bit into it. The ladies were at
luncheon. "For a graduate servant can't work with any but a graduate
servant; that's the rule. At least I THINK it is!" And Sandy,
turning toward the pantry, called: "Oh, Justine!"

"Justine," she asked, when the maid appeared, "isn't it true that
you graduates can't work with untrained girls in the house?"

"That's the rule," Justine assented.

"And what does the school expect you to pay a second girl?" pursued
the daughter of the house.

"Well, where there are no children, twenty dollars a month," said
Justine, "with one dollar each for every person more than two in the
family. Then, in that case, the head servant, as we call the cook,
would get five dollars less a month. That is, I would get thirty-two
dollars, and the assistant twenty-three."