Promptly, on every Saturday evening, the Treasure presented her account book to Mr. Salisbury. There was always a small balance, sometimes five dollars, sometimes one, but Justine evidently had well digested Dickens' famous formula for peace of mind. "You're certainly a wonder, Justine!" said the man of the house more than once. "How do you manage it?" "Oh, I cut down in dozens of ways," the girl returned, with her grave smile. "You don't notice it, but I know. You have kidney stews, and onion soups, and cherry pies, instead of melons and steaks and ice-cream, that's all!" "And everyone just as well pleased," he said, in real admiration. "I congratulate you." "It's only what we are all taught at college," Justine assured him. "I'm just doing what they told me to! It's my business." "It's pretty big business, and it's been waiting a long while," said Kane Salisbury. When Mrs. Salisbury began to get well, she began to get very hungry. This was plain sailing for Justine, and she put her whole heart into the dainty trays that went upstairs three times a day. While she was enjoying them, Mrs. Salisbury liked to draw out her clever maid, and the older woman and the young one had many a pleasant talk together. Justine told her mistress that she had been country-born and bred, and had grown up with a country girl's longing for nice surroundings and education of the better sort. "My name is not Justine at all," she said smilingly, "nor Harrison, either, although I chose it because I have cousins of that name. We are all given names when we go to college and take them with us. Until the work is recognized, as it must be some day, as dignified and even artistic, we are advised to sink our own identities in this way." "You mean that Harrison isn't your name?" Mrs. Salisbury felt this to be really a little alarming, in some vague way. "Oh, no! And Justine was given me as a number might have been." "But what is your name?" The question fell from Mrs. Salisbury as naturally as an "Ouch!" would have fallen had somebody dropped a lighted match on her hand. "I had no idea of that!" she went on artlessly. "But I suppose you told Mr. Salisbury?" The luncheon was finished, and now Justine stood up, and picked up the tray. "No. That's the very point. We use our college names," she reiterated simply. "Will you let me bring you up a little more custard, Madam?" "No, thank you," Mrs. Salisbury said, after a second's pause. She looked a little thoughtful as Justine walked away. There is no real reason why one's maid should not wear an assumed name, of course. Still-- "What a ridiculous thing that college must be!" said Mrs. Salisbury, turning comfortably in her pillows. "But she certainly is a splendid cook!"