"Some are born to command, and some to serve! It would be idle to deny that I belong to the former species. If I cannot do the work myself, I can at least help others to do it, and point out their faults in a convincing manner. I should like to have a large household of servants, and make them pass before me in turns, while I sat in an easy-chair and issued orders, and I should consider that my share of the labour exceeded theirs, for brain toil is more exhausting than manual. It takes a great deal of study to manage a household, and as a rule girls in our position give no thought to the matter. They are engrossed with the pleasures of society, but a butterfly life would never satisfy me. My leanings are Domestic. I have an ever-growing desire to become Domestic!" "Oh, so have I!" cried Eunice eagerly. "So have I! Let us be domestic together, Peggy, do! Let us begin now, while I am here. It would be so much nicer than trying alone. Do--do let us begin at once!" She was quite excited. The grey eyes were shining, and there was a pretty pink flush on the pale cheeks. Peggy smiled at her, and patted her knee, with the kindly amusement with which one receives the petitions of an eager child. "Well," she said graciously, "suppose we do! It would be quite amusing. I am willing, dear, if you will suggest in what way you would like to begin." "We might ask your cook to give us lessons in cooking!" "No, my dear, we might not. I couldn't consent to it. Most injudicious to display your ignorance before a person whom you have to command. You must think of something else." "We might go marketing, and learn what everything costs, and how much one ought to buy, and--" "No use, my dear! We get nothing but meat and fish from the village. Fruit and vegetables come from the garden, and all the groceries from town." "We might sew." "Ha! I have it!" cried Peggy dramatically. "We'll dress-make! What a joke! We'll each make a blouse, and wear them at dinner one evening. It will be delightful. Every girl ought to be able to make her own clothes, and it's so simple, so easy." "Is it?" Eunice arched her brows in surprise. "Have you ever tried?" "Not exactly, but they were always doing it at the vicarage, and I used to help. I always drew the designs, and criticised the things when they were done. It's quite easy. You get a pattern, pin it to the stuff, cut it out, run it up, and there you are." "And you really think I could manage?" "Of course you could. We will work together, and I'll help you. That's to say, if you would like to try." "Oh, I should indeed. Fancy wearing something I had made myself! I'd be so proud. I'll have mine very, very simple, as plain as possible."