do　it　properly！〃
  〃Perhaps　they　know　your　limitations；　and　take　advantage　of　them！　　But
  cheer　up；　dear。　　It's　no　killing　matter。　　Order　by　phone；　don't　forget
  the　ice；　and　I'll　try　to　get　home　early　and　help。　　Don't　cry；　dear　girl；
  I　love　you；　even　if　you　aren't　a　good　cook！　　And　you　love　me；　don't
  you？〃
  He　kissed　her　till　she　had　to　smile　back　at　him　and　give　him　a　loving
  hug；　but　after　he　had　gone；　the　gloom　settled　upon　her　spirits　once
  more。　　She　bathed　the　baby；　fed　him；　put　him　to　sleep；　and　came　back　to
  the　table。　　The　screen　door　had　been　left　ajar　and　the　house　was　buzzing
  with　flies；　hot；　with　a　week's　accumulating　disorder。　　The　bread　she
  made　last　night　in　fear　and　trembling；　was　hanging　fatly　over　the　pans；
  perhaps　sour　already。　　She　clapped　it　into　the　oven　and　turned　on　the
  heat。
  Then　she　stood；　undetermined；　looking　about　that　messy　kitchen　while　the
  big　flies　bumped　and　buzzed　on　the　windows；　settled　on　every　dish；　and
  swung　in　giddy　circles　in　the　middle　of　the　room。　　Turning　　swiftly　she
  shut　the　door　on　them。　　The　dining…room　was　nearly　as　bad。　　She　began　to
  put　the　cups　and　plates　together　for　removal；　but　set　her　tray　down
  suddenly　and　went　into　the　comparative　coolness　of　the　parlor；　closing
  the　dining…room　door　behind　her。
  She　was　quite　tired　enough　to　cry　after　several　nights　of　broken　rest
  and　days　of　constant　discomfort　and　irritation；　but　a　sense　of　rising
  anger　kept　the　tears　back。
  〃Of　course　I　love　him！〃　she　said　to　herself　aloud　but　softly；
  remembering　the　baby；　　〃And　no　doubt　he　loves　me！　　I'm　glad　to　be　his
  wife！　　I'm　glad　to　be　a　mother　to　his　child！　　I'm　glad　I　married　him！
  But_this_　is　not　what　he　offered！　　And　it's　not　what　I　undertook！　　He
  hasn't　had　to　change　his　business！〃
  She　marched　up　and　down　the　scant　space；　and　then　stopped　short　and
  laughed　drily；　continuing　her　smothered　soliloquy。
  〃'Do　you　love　me？'　they　ask；　and；　'I　will　make　you　happy！'　they　say；　and
  you　get　marriedand　after　that　it's　Housework！〃
  〃They　don't　say；　'Will　you　be　my　Cook？'　　'Will　you　be　my　Chamber　maid？'
  'Will　you　give　up　a　good　clean　well…paid　business　that　you　lovethat
  has　big　hope　and　power　and　beauty　in　itand　come　and　keep　house　for
  me？'〃
  〃Love　him？　　I'd　be　in　Paris　this　minute　if　I　didn't！　　What　has　'love'　to
  do　with　dust　and　grease　and　flies！〃
  Then　she　did　drop　on　the　small　sofa　and　cry　tempestuously　for　a　little
  while；　but　soon　arose；　fiercely　ashamed　of　her　weakness；　and　faced　the
  day；　thinking　of　the　old　lady　who　had　so　much　to　do　she　couldn't　think
  what　to　firstso　she　sat　down　and　made　a　pincushion。
  Thenwhere　to　begin！
  〃Eddie　will　sleep　till　half…past　tenif　I'm　lucky。　　It's　now　nearly
  half…past　nine；〃　she　meditated　aloud。　　〃If　I　do　the　upstairs　work　I
  might　wake　him。　　I　mustn't　forget　the　bread；　the　dishes；　the　parlorO
  those　flies！　　WellI'll　clear　the　table　first！〃
  Stepping　softly；　and　handling　the　dishes　with　slow　care；　she　cleaned　the
  breakfast　table　and　darkened　the　dining…room；　flapping　out　some　of　the
  flies　with　a　towel。　　Then　she　essayed　the　parlor；　dusting　and　arranging
  with　undecided　steps。　　〃It　_ought_　to　be　swept；〃　she　admitted　to
  herself；　〃I　can't　do　itthere　isn't　time。　　I'll　make　it　dark〃
  〃I'd　rather　plan　a　dozen　houses！〃　she　fiercely　muttered；　as　she　fussed
  about。　　〃YesI'd　rather　build　'emthan　to　keep　one　clean！〃
  Then　were　her　hopes　dashed　by　a　rising　wail　from　above。　　She　sat　quite
  still　awhile；　hoping　against　hope　that　he　would　sleep　again；　but　he
  wouldn't。　　So　she　brought　him　down　in　full　cry。
  In　her　low　chair　by　the　window　she　held　him　and　produced　bright　and
  jingling　objects　from　the　tall　workbasket　that　stood　near　by；　sighing
  again　as　she　glanced　at　its　accumulated　mending。
  Master　Eddy　grew　calm　and　happy　in　her　arms；　but　showed　a　growing
  interest　in　the　pleasing　materials　produced　for　his　amusement；　and　a
  desire　for　closer　acquaintance。　　Then　a　penetrating　odor　filled　the　air；
  and　with　a　sudden　〃O　dear！〃　she　rose；　put　the　baby　on　the　sofa；　and
  started　toward　the　kitchen。
  At　this　moment　the　doorbell　rang。
  Mrs。　Porne　stopped　in　her　tracks　and　looked　at　the　door。　　It　remained
  opaque　and　immovable。　　She　looked　at　the　babywho　jiggled　his　spools
  and　crowed。　　Then　she　flew　to　the　oven　and　dragged　forth　the　bread；　not
  much　burned　after　all。　　Then　she　opened　the　door。
  A　nice　looking　young　woman　stood　before　her；　in　a　plain　travelling　suit；
  holding　a　cheap　dress…suit　case　in　one　hand　and　a　denim　〃roll…bag〃　in
  the　other；　who　met　her　with　a　cheerful　inquiring　smile。
  〃Are　you　Mrs。　Edgar　Porne？〃　she　asked。
  〃I　am；〃　answered　that　lady；　somewhat　shortly；　her　hand　on　the　doorknob；
  her　ear　on　the　baby；　her　nose　still　remorsefully　in　the　kitchen；　her
  eyes　fixed　sternly　on　her　visitor　the　while；　as　she　wondered　whether　it
  was　literature；　cosmetics；　or　medicine。
  She　was　about　to　add　that　she　didn't　want　anything；　when　the　young　lady
  produced　a　card　from　the　Rev。　Benjamin　A。　Miner；　Mrs。　Porne's
  particularly　revered　minister；　and　stated　that　she　had　heard　there　was　a
  vacancy　in　her　kitchen　and　she　would　like　the　place。
  〃Introducing　Mrs。　D。　Bell；　well　known　to　friends　of　mine。〃
  〃I　don't　know〃　said　Mrs。　Porne；　reading　the　card　without　in　the　least
  grasping　what　it　said。　　〃I〃
  Just　then　there　was　a　dull　falling　sound　followed　by　a　sharp　rising　one；
  and　she　rushed　into　the　parlor　without　more　words。
  When　she　could　hear　and　be　heard　again；　she　found　Mrs。　Bell　seated　in
  the　shadowy　little　hall；　serene　and　cool。　　〃I　called　on　Mr。　Miner
  yesterday　when　I　arrived；〃　said　she；　〃with　letters　of　introduction　from
  my　former　minister；　told　him　what　I　wanted　to　do；　and　asked　him　if　he
  could　suggest　anyone　in　immediate　need　of　help　in　this　line。　　He　said　he
  had　called　here　recently；　and　believed　you　were　looking　for　someone。
  Here　is　the　letter　I　showed　him；〃　and　she　handed　Mrs。　Porne　a　most
  friendly　and　appreciative　recommendation　of　Miss　D。　Bell　by　a　minister
  in　Jopalez；　Inca　Co。；　stating　that　the　bearer　was　fully　qualified　to　do
  all　kinds　of　housework；　experienced；　honest；　kind；　had　worked　seven
  years　in　one　place；　and　only　left　it　hoping　to　do　better　in　Southern
  California。
  Backed　by　her　own　pastor's　approval　this　seemed　to　Mrs。　Porne　fully
  sufficient。　　The　look　of　the　girl　pleased　her；　though　suspiciously　above
  her　station　in　manner；　service　of　any　sort　was　scarce　and　high　in
  Orchardina；　and　she　had　been　an　agelong　week　without　any。　　〃When　can　you
  come？〃　she　asked。
  〃I　can　stop　now　if　you　like；〃　said　the　stranger。　　〃This　is　my　baggage。
  But　we　must　arrange　terms　first。　　If　you　like　to　try　me　I　will　come　this
  week　from　noon　to…day　to　noon　next　Friday；　for　seven　dollars；　and　then
  if　you　are　satisfied　with　my　work　we　can　make　further　arrangements。　　I
  do　not　do　laundry　work；　of　course；　and　don't　undertake　to　have　any　care
  of　the　baby。〃
  〃I　take　care　of　my　baby　myself！〃　said　Mrs。　Porne；　thinking　the　new　girl
  was　presuming；　though　her　manner　was　most　gently　respectful。　　But　a　week
  was　not　long；　she　was　well　recommended；　and　the　immediate　pressure　in
  that　kitchen　where　the　harvest　was　so　ripe　and　the　laborers　so
  few〃Wellyou　may　try　the　week；〃　she　said。　　〃I'll　show　you　your　room。
  And　what　is　your　name？〃
  〃Miss　Bell。〃
  WHAT　DIANTHA　DID
  CHAPTER　V。
  When　the　fig　growns　on　the　thistle；
  And　the　silk　purse　on　the　sow；
  When　one　swallow　brings　the　summer；
  And　blue　moons　on　her　brow
  Then　we　may　look　for　strength　and　skill；
  Experience；　good　health；　good　will；
  Art　and　science　well　combined；
  Honest　soul　and　able　mind；
  Servants　built　upon　this　plan；
  One　to　wait　on　every　man；
  Patiently　from　youth　to　age；
  For　less　than　a　street　cleaner's　wage！
  When　the　parson's　gay　on　Mondays；
  When　we　meet　a　month　of　Sundays；
  We　may　look　for　them　and　find　them
  But　Not　Now！
  When　young　Mrs。　Weatherstone　swept　her　trailing　crepe　from　the
  automobile　to　her　friend's　door；　it　was　opened　by　a　quick；　soft…footed
  maid　with　a　pleasant　face；　who　showed　her　into　a　parlor；　not　only　cool
  and　flower…lit；　but　having　that　fresh　smell　that　tells　of　new…washed
  floors。
  Mrs。　Porne　came　flying　down　to　meet　her；　with　such　a　look　of　rest　and
  comfort　as　roused　instant　notice。
  〃Why；　Belle！　　I　haven't　seen　you　look　so　bright　in　ever　so　long。　　It
  must　be　the　new　maid！〃
  〃That's　itshe's　'Bell'　too'Miss　Bell'　if　you　please！〃
  The　visitor　looked　puzzled。　　〃Is　she　aa　friend？〃　she　ventured；　not
  sure　of　her　ground。
  〃I　should　say　she　was！　　A　friend　in　need！　　Sit　here　by　the　window；
  Vivaand　I'll　tell　you　all　about　itas　far　as　it　goes。〃
  She　gaily　recounted　her　climax　of　confusion　and　weariness；　and　the
  sudden　appearance　of　this　ministering　angel。　　〃She　arrived　at　about
  quarter　of　ten。　　I　engaged　her　inside　of　five　minutes。　　She　was　into　a
  gingham　gown　and　at　work　by　ten　o'clock！〃
  〃What　promptness！　　And　I　suppose　there　was　plenty　to　do！〃
  Mrs。　Porne　laughed　unblushingly。　　〃There　was　enough　for　ten　women　it
  seemed　to　me！　　Let's　seeit's　about　five　nowseven　hours。　　We　have
  nine　rooms；　besides　the　halls　and　stairs；　and　my　shop。　　She　hasn't
  touched　that　yet。　　But　the　house　is　clean_clean_！　　Smell　it！〃
  She　took　her　guest　out　into　the　hall；　through　the　library　and