Miss Perfoozle was silent for a moment, plunged in thought. Perhaps, like Mr. James Russell of variety renown, she thought she saw two dollars. However, although by no means naked, she was unashamed. She righted herself speedily. Piety was reinstated and she beamed upon us beatifically. "Your troubles," she went on, "and I am right in assuming that you have them?--are not serious, my dear young people. They are the result of the ugly American habit of flouting inferiors. This is a democracy, yet the classes are too bitterly outlined. Some time ago, I visited a young couple in a walk of life more humble than yours. They had been unable to keep help. They were desperate. They talked of breaking up their home. I carefully investigated their case, and discovered that the evil was due to the fact that they had been taught to regard a cook as an inferior. I undertook to send them a young country girl, who was very anxious to study New York. My condition was that they treat her as an equal. At first they rebelled, but--they were desperate. They agreed. I sent them the girl--a sweet young woman, named Sybil Montmorency. They took to her at once. She sat at table with them; she went out with them; in the evenings, she read with them. They showed her the sights of New York--the Statue of Liberty, the Aquarium, the new Bridge. Sybil was delighted. She told me that she felt that she was merely a boarder--and was actually paid to board. She liked it immensely. She was as happy as a lark, until--" "I suppose she needed a change of scene?" I suggested. "Not at all," viciously asserted the Perfoozle. "They broke their agreement--deliberately. It appears that they were very musical. They had subscribed for the series of Philharmonic concerts. Actually--would you believe it, Mrs. Fairfax?--they declined to live up to their word. They refused to take little Sybil, who was just as musical as they--precisely as musical. Naturally the poor child was incensed. There she was, compelled to sit at home, alone, while they were out enjoying themselves! Now, this is a democratic country--I am an American to the roots of my hair--and I admit that I was furious. I have blacklisted this couple. Never another girl shall they have from my establishment. I have Sybil on my hands. She is hard to place, for she is so pure and good." "I suppose she is an excellent cook?" I asked demurely.