"I understood you were looking for a waitress," the girl said pertly, with her eyes on Billy. "I was," Billy answered, "but I'm not now. My--my wife won't let me." He waved an inclusive hand in the direction of Nancy and Betty. "If you don't behave," Nancy said, while they waited for Michael to bring in the next girl, "you can't stay. If that is the kind of girl you men find attractive then my restaurant is doomed from the beginning. I wouldn't have that girl in my employ for--" Before she could begin again, applicant number two stood before them,--a comfortable, kind-eyed girl, no longer very young but with efficiency written all over her, despite the shyness that beset her. Nancy rubbed her hands with satisfaction and looked at Betty, who beamed back at her. The girl, encouraged by Nancy's kindly smile took a step forward, and began to recite her qualifications for the position. Dick fumbled with a fountain-pen which he placed elaborately behind his ear for an instant, and then as ostentatiously removed. "I think you're losing a hairpin, Dick," Billy suggested solicitously, as Nancy, ignoring their existence entirely, proceeded to make terms with the newcomer. The next girl created a diversion--being palpably an adventuress out of a job and impressing none of the quartette as being interesting enough to deserve one,--but the two girls who followed her were bright and sprightly creatures, disarmingly graceful and ingenuous, of whom the entire quartette approved. They were twin sisters, they said, Dolly and Molly, and they had always had places together ever since they had begun working out. "Tell me, pretty maiden, _are_ there any more at home _like_--" Billy was addressing Molly gravely when Dick slipped a friendly but firm hand over his jugular region, and cut off his utterance. "He's not feeling quite himself," he explained suavely to Dolly, "but we'll bring him around soon.--I think you'll find Miss Martin an ideal person to work for, and the salary and the hours unusually satisfactory." "Thank you, sir," said Molly and Dolly together, in the English manner which showed the excellence of their training. There were several other dubby creatures so much out of the picture that they were not even considered, and then Michael brought in what he called "a grand girl," and left her standing statuesquely in their midst. "With large lovely arms and a neck like a tower," Dick quoted in his throat. Nancy engaged her without enthusiasm. "She'll draw," she said briefly. "Personally, I dislike these Alma Tadema girls." "What the men see," Betty said, curling around the better part of two straight dining chairs, in the moment of relaxation that followed the final disposition of the business of the day, "in a girl like that first one is one of the mysteries of existence."