dBooks desire

``I'm dining with the
Fassetts.''
The family no longer had a servant in constant
attendance in the dining-room. The maid of many functions
also acted as butler and as fetch-and-carry between
kitchen and butler's pantry. Before speaking,
Presbury waited until this maid had withdrawn to bring
the roast and the vegetables. Then he said:
``You are going, too, miss.'' This with the full
infusion of insult into the ``miss.''
Mildred was silent.
``Bill Siddall is looking for a wife,'' proceeded
Presbury. ``And he has Heaven knows how many
millions.''
``Do you think there's a chance for Milly?'' cried
Mrs. Presbury, who was full of alternating hopes and
fears, both wholly irrational.
``She can have him--if she wants him,'' replied
Presbury. ``But it's only fair to warn her that he's a
stiff dose.''
``Is the money--CERTAIN?'' inquired Mildred's
mother with that shrewdness whose rare occasional
displays laid her open to the unjust suspicion of feigning
her habitual stupidity.
``Yes,'' said Presbury amiably.


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