"You can comfort me right off, mamma, by begging papa to give me those rubies I've wanted so long! As for Jesse, he is only holding off from pride! I shall win him back, never fear!" "You shall have your rubies, dear," her mother answered kindly, though she thought: "What a strange girl? How can she think of rubies at such a moment?" "Thank you, mamma, you are very good to me!" Roma answered prettily, in her gratitude for the rubies; then, as Mrs. Clarke was going out, she added: "I wonder if Sophie is well enough to get up and wait on me. I am in need of her services." Mrs. Clarke paused in some embarrassment, and answered: "I shall have to lend you my own maid till I can get you another. Sophie Nutter left quite abruptly this morning." "I'm glad of it. I disliked the girl, and I suspected her of telling tales of me to you!" cried Roma. Mrs. Clarke neither affirmed nor denied the charge. She simply said: "We should be kind to our servants, Roma, if we expect them to bear good witness for us." "Kindness is wasted on the ungrateful things!" Roma answered impatiently. "I must have another maid immediately." "But where shall we find her? Not in this little town, I fear. So we must send to Boston." "Wait! I have an idea, mamma!" "Well?" "I should like to have that neat little sewing girl that altered my cape that night. She is so clever with her needle, she would be a real treasure to me, and save you many dressmaking bills." "Would she be willing to come?" "We can find out by asking the old woman she lives with--you know, mamma, that old tumble-down shanty at the end of town, coming out of Cliffdene? It is a little more than a mile from here. Liane Lester lives there with an old grandmother that beats her every day, I've heard, and I've no doubt she would jump at the chance of a situation here!" Mrs. Clarke forbore to remind her daughter that she, too, had been accused of beating her maid; she only said warningly: "You would have to be kinder to her than you were to Sophie, or she would not be likely to stay, my dear." "How could you believe Sophie's fibs on me?" cried Roma petulantly; but Mrs. Clarke turned the exclamation aside by saying: "Perhaps you had better go and see about the new maid at once." "Oh, mamma, I think you might do it yourself! I--I am too nervous and unhappy to attend to it just now. Won't you just drive down into town again and see about the girl?" answered Roma. Mrs. Clarke did not relish the task, but she was so used to bearing Roma's burdens that she assented without a murmur, and went out again to see about the new maid, sadly troubled in her mind about what had happened last night, when the delirious maid had told such shocking stories on her daughter.