Jim smacked a whip; a huge "home"-laden wagon groaned and labored for a moment; then it slowly and reluctantly moved away. We watched it until it reached the corner and turned from our sight. The tears were streaming down Letitia's face, and I must confess that I bit my mustache so ferociously that I left ragged ends. "Come, my girl," I said in a low voice, as I opened the door of the cab. She got in, and I followed. We leaned back, heavy, silent, and with a mortal sorrow in our hearts. Then--then-- We were driven swiftly away to a new condition of things, in which the cooks shall cease from troubling, and we shall be at rest. THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Wanted: A Cook, by Alan Dale