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the heart to scold her."
"I'm glad," was all Thaddeus said, and during the rest of the meal he

was silent. Once or twice he seemed on the verge of saying something,
but apparently changed his mind.
"Are you tired to-night, dear?" said Bessie, as the dessert was served.
"No. Why?" said Thaddeus, shortly.
"Oh, nothing. I thought you seemed a little so," Bessie answered. "You
mustn't work too hard down-town."
"No, my dear girl," he said. "I won't, and I don't. I was thinking all
through dinner about those girls down-stairs. Perhaps--perhaps I had
better talk to them, eh? You are so awfully kind-hearted, and it does
seem to me as though they imposed a little on you, that's all. The salad
to-night was atrocious. It should have been kept on the ice, instead of
which it comes to the table looking like a last year's bouquet."
Bessie's eyes grew watery. "I'm afraid it was my fault," she said. "I
ought to have looked after the salad myself. I always did at home. I
suppose Jane got it out expecting me to prepare it."
"Oh, well, never mind," said Thaddeus, desirous of soothing the
troubled soul of his wife. "I wouldn't have mentioned it, only Jane does
too much thinking, in a thoughtless way, anyhow. Servants aren't paid
to think."
"I'll tell you what, Thaddeus," said Bessie, her spirits returning, "we are
just as much to blame as they are; we've taken too much for granted,
and so have they. Suppose we spend the evening putting together a set
of rules for the management of the house? It will be lots of fun, and
perhaps it will do the girls good. They ought to understand that while
our parents have had their ways--and reasonable ways--there is no
reason why we should not have our ways."
"In other words," said Thaddeus, "what we want to draw up is a sort of
Declaration of Independence."
"That's it, exactly," Bessie replied.

"Better get a slate and write them on that," suggested Thaddeus, with a
broad grin. "Then we can rub out whatever Jane and Ellen don't like."
"I hate you when you are sarcastic," said Bessie, with a pout, and then
she ran for her pad and pencil.
The evening was passed as she had suggested, and when they retired
that night the house of Perkins was provided with a constitution and
by-laws.
"I don't suppose I shall recognize my surroundings when I get back
home to-night," said Thaddeus, when he waked up in the morning.
"Why not?" asked Bessie. "What strange transformation is there to be?"
"The discipline will be so strict," answered Thaddeus. "I presume you
will put those rules of ours into operation right away?"
"I have been thinking about that," said Bessie, after a moment. "You
see, Thad, there are a great many things about running a house that
neither you nor I are familiar with yet, and it seems to me that maybe
we'd better wait a little while before we impose these rules on the girls;
it would be awkward to have to make changes afterwards, you know."
"There is something in that," said Thaddeus; "but, after all, not so much
as you seem to think. All rules have exceptions. I've no doubt that the
cook will take exception to most of them."
"That's what I'm afraid of, and as she's so old I kind of feel as if I ought
to respect her feelings a little more than we would Norah's, for instance.
I can just tell you I shall make Norah stand around."
"I think it would be a good plan if you did," said Thaddeus. "I'm afraid
Norah will die if you don't. She works too hard to be a real
servant--real servants stand around so much, you know."
"Don't be flippant, Thaddeus. This is a very serious matter. Norah is a
good girl, as you say. She works so much and so quickly that she really

makes me tired, and I'm constantly oppressed with the thought that she
may get through with whatever she is doing before I can think of
something else to occupy her time. But with her we need have none of
the feeling that we have with Jane and Ellen. She is young, and
susceptible to new impressions. She can fall in with new rules, while
the other two might chafe under them. Now, I say we wait until we find
out if we cannot let well enough alone, and not raise discord in our
home."
"There never was an Eden without its serpent," sighed Thaddeus. "I
don't exactly like the idea of fitting our rules to their idiosyncrasies."
"It isn't that, dear. I don't want that, either; but neither do we wish to
unnecessarily hamper them in their work by