"Oh, I'm not afraid of them, I believe," said Mr. Andrews, with a smile. "Only I don't exactly know how to go about it. What have they done? What shall I say to them? Is going on a picnic without permission sufficient ground to dismiss them all at once?" "The champagne is, and the claret--and the chickens--and the deceit--and the children--and the sail-boat!" exclaimed Missy, rather incoherently. "I suppose you are right," said Mr. Andrews, with a sigh. "They may well be glad to get off without any trouble." "They may indeed. And if you call them together to-night, and speak severely to them, and tell them to pack their trunks and leave by the noon train to-morrow, they will think they have got off very easily." "But what shall we do after they are gone?" asked Mr. Andrews, despondently. "Oh, that is easy enough!" cried Missy, starting up and taking the path back to the house, her companion following her. "Mamma and I will take care of the children for a few days, till you are all settled. And there is an old servant of ours living in the village, who will go to you and take charge of things till you get your servants. She is quite capable--cooks well, and will do everything you need for a little while; and it is easy enough to get a man to look after the horses for a day or two, till you are suited with a coachman. One of the Rogers boys would do very well; they are honest, good people, all of them, and need work just now. They understand horses thoroughly; we had Tom ourselves for awhile. You needn't be afraid of them." "They couldn't possibly be worse than Michael. I am sure I don't know how to thank you enough. The way really looks quite easy. But how about the new women? where am I to look for them?" "Well, it depends," said Missy, "on what sort of service you want. Now, to be frank with you, Mr. Andrews, you have just twice as many servants as you need. But maybe you like to have a great many; some people do. I don't, you know. I can't bear to have a servant in the house who has no _raison d'être_. Half your servants have no reasonable excuse for being in your house, except that they want your money." "I always wondered," said Mr. Andrews, humbly, "why we needed so many; but there seemed no way of being comfortable with less." "You see it is a small house," said Missy; "the work of keeping it in order is not great. And in winter--but I don't suppose you mean to stay in winter?" "Yes, I mean to stay this winter. I think no place could be better for the children, if I can get the proper people to take care of them." "Well, then you want to get--first, a cook. I don't suppose you'll have much company?" "None, probably." "Then you do not want a very pretentious one. A good plain cook--unless you want a great many _entrées_ and great variety."