machine, you resent every sign she gives of being an intelligent
human being. No two of you keep house alike, and you jump on the
girl the instant she hangs a dish towel up the way you don't. It's
you women who make life so hard for each other. Now, if any decent
man saw a young fellow at the bottom of the ladder, who was as good
and clever and industrious as Justine is, he'd be glad to give him a
hand up. But no; that means she's above her work, and has to be
snubbed."

"Don't talk so cynically, Daddy dear," Mrs. Salisbury said, smiling
over her fancy work, as one only half listening.

"I tell you, a change is coming in all these things, Sally," said
the cynic, unruffled.

"You bet there is!" his daughter seconded him from the favorite low
seat that permitted her to rest her mouse-colored head against his
knee.

"Your mother's a conservative, Sandy," pursued the man of the house,
encouraged, "but there's going to be some domestic revolutionizing
in the next few years. It's hard enough to get a maid now; pretty
soon it'll be impossible. Then you women will have to sit down and
work the thing out, and ask yourselves why young American girls
won't come into your homes, and eat the best food in the land, and
get well paid for what they do. You'll have to reduce the work of an
American home to a system, that's all, and what you want done that
isn't provided for in that system you'll have to do yourselves.
There's something in the way you treat a girl now, or in what you
expect her to do, that's all wrong!"