felt; but he observed it, mere shade though it was. He walked out into the hall after Burrill one morning. Not having yet adjusted himself to the rule that when one wished to speak to a man one rang a bell and called him back, fifty times if necessary, he walked after Burrill and stopped him. “This is a pretty good place for servants, ain't it?” he said. “Yes, sir.” “Good pay, good food, not too much to do?” “Certainly, sir,” Burrill replied, somewhat disturbed by a casualness which yet suggested a method of getting at something or other. “You and the rest of them don't want to change, do you?” “No, sir. There is no complaint whatever as far as I have heard.” “That's all right.” Mr. Temple Barholm had put his hands into his pockets, and stood looking non-committal in a steady sort of way. “There's something I want the lot of you to get on to--right away. Miss Temple Barholm is going to stay here. She's got to have everything just as she wants it. She's got to be pleased. She's the lady of the house. See?” “I hope, sir,” Burrill said with professional dignity, “that Miss Temple Barholm has not had reason to express any dissatisfaction.” “I'm the one that would express it--quick,” said Tembarom. “She wouldn't have time to get in first. I just wanted to make sure I shouldn't have to do it. The other fellows are under you. You've got a head on your shoulders, I guess. It's up to you to put 'em on to it. That's all.” “Thank you, sir,” said Burrill. His master went back into the library smiling genially, and Burrill stood still a moment or so gazing at the door he closed behind him. Be sure the village, and finally circles not made up of cottagers, heard of this, howsoever mysteriously. Miss Alicia was not aware that the incident had occurred. She could not help observing, however, that the manners of the servants of the household curiously improved; also, when she passed through the village, that foreheads were touched without omission and the curtseys of playing children were prompt. When she dropped into a cottage, housewives polished off the seats of chairs vigorously before offering them, and symptoms and needs were explained with a respectful fluency which at times almost suggested that she might be relied on to use influence. “I'm afraid I have done the village people injustice,” she said leniently to Tembarom. “I used to think them so disrespectful and unappreciative. I dare say it was because I was so troubled myself. I'm afraid one's own troubles do sometimes make one unfair.” “Well, yours are over,” said Tembarom. “And so are mine as long as you stay by me.”