Another burst of laughter from Mrs. Jackson who covered her mouth with her hand after the manner of those who have been unfortunate in the matter of front teeth. "Cats!" hissed Mrs. Tutts across the street. "I'll bet they are laffin' at me!" "We had charming weather while we were gone," continued Mrs. Symes easily. The word was new to her vocabulary and its elegance did not escape Mrs. Jackson. "That's good." "The change was so beneficial to me. One so soon exhausts a small town, don't you think so, Mrs. Jackson?" Mrs. Jackson could not truthfully say that she ever had felt that she had exhausted Crowheart, but she agreed weakly-- "Uh-huh." "I had so many new and delightful experiences, too." Mrs. Symes smiled a sweetly reminiscent smile. "You musta had." "Going out in the train we had cantelope with cracked ice in it. You must try it sometimes, Mrs. Jackson--it's delicious." "I can't say when I've et a cantelope but, Oh Lord, I has a hankerin' for eggs! I tell Jackson the next time he ships he's gotta take me along, for I want to git out where I can git my mitt on a pair of eggs." "We became quite surfeited with eggs, Phidias and I," observed Mrs. Symes with an air of ennui. Mrs. Jackson blinked. "I can't go 'em onless they're plumb fresh," she replied non-committally. "I've had _such_ a pleasant call." Mrs. Symes rose. "Run in agin." Mrs. Jackson's eyes were glued upon the leather card-case from which Mrs. Symes was endeavoring to extract a card with fingers which she was unable to bend. "Thanks. I've been so busy getting settled and all but now I mean to keep a servant and shall have more time." Mrs. Jackson had read of ladies who kept servants but never had hoped to know one. "Where you goin' to git--it? From Omyhaw or K. C.?" "Grandmother has promised to come to me," said Mrs. Symes languidly. Mrs. Jackson's jaw dropped. "Gramma Kunkel ain't a servant, is she? she's 'help.'" "'Help' are servants," explained Mrs. Symes with gentle patience as she laid her printed visiting card upon the centre table. "Gosh! that strikes me funny." Mrs. Jackson was natural at last. "Not at all," replied Mrs. Symes with hauteur. "She must work, so why not for me? She's strong and very, very capable." "Oh, she's capable all right, but," persisted Mrs. Jackson unconvinced, "it strikes me funny. Say, is Essie Tisdale a servant, too?" Mrs. Symes smiled ever so slightly as she fumbled with her visiting card and laid it in a more conspicuous place. "Certainly." "Was that why she wasn't ast to the banquet?" Again Mrs. Symes smiled the slow, deprecating smile which she was assiduously cultivating. "Society must draw the line somewhere, Mrs. Jackson."