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demanding that they shall
do it our way."
"Oh, well, you are the President of the Republic," said Thaddeus. "You
run matters to suit yourself, and I believe we'll have the most
prosperous institution in the world before we know it. If it were a
business matter, I'd have those rules or die; but I suppose you can't run
a house as you would a business concern. I guess you are right. Keep
the rules a week. Why not submit 'em to your mother first?"
"I thought of that," said Bessie. "But then it occurred to me that as
Ellen had served always under your mother, it would be better if we
consulted her."
"I don't," said Thaddeus. "She'd be sure to tell you not to have any rules,
or, if she didn't, she would advise you to consult with the cook in the
matter, which would result in Ellen's becoming President, and you and
I taxpayers. She used to run our old house, and now see the
consequences!"
"What are the consequences?" asked Bessie.
"Mother and father have been driven into a hotel, and the children have
all been married."

"That's awful," laughed Bessie.
And so the rules were filed away for future reference. That they would
have remained on file for an indefinite period if Thaddeus had not
asked a friend to spend a few weeks with him, I do not doubt. Bessie
grew daily more mistrustful of their value, and Thaddeus himself
preferred the comfort of a quiet though somewhat irregular mode of
living to the turmoil likely to follow the imposition of obnoxious
regulations upon the aristocrats below-stairs. But the coming of
Thaddeus's friend made a difference.
The friend was an elderly man, with a business and a system. He was a
man, for instance, who all his life had breakfasted at seven, lunched at
one, and dined at six-thirty, of which Thaddeus was aware when he
invited him to make his suburban home his headquarters while his own
house was being renovated and his family abroad. Thaddeus was also
aware that the breakfast and dinner hours under Bessie's regime were
nominally those of his friend, and so he was able to assure Mr.
Liscomb that his coming would in no way disturb the usual serenity of
the domestic pond. The trusting friend came. Breakfast number one
was served fifteen minutes after the hour, and for the first time in ten
years Mr. Liscomb was late in arriving at his office. He had not quite
recovered from the chagrin consequent upon his tardiness when that
evening he sat down to dinner at Thaddeus's house, served an hour and
ten minutes late, Ellen having been summoned by wire to town to buy a
pair of shoes for one of her sister's children, the sister herself suffering
from poverty and toothache.
"I hope you were not delayed seriously this morning, Mr. Liscomb,"
said Bessie, after dinner.
"Oh no, not at all!" returned Liscomb, polite enough to tell an untruth,
although its opposite was also a part of his system.
"Ellen must be more prompt with breakfast," said Thaddeus. "Seven,
sharp, is the hour. Did you speak to her about it?"
"No, but I intend to," answered Bessie. "I'll tell her the first thing after

breakfast to-morrow. I meant to have spoken about it to-day, but when
I got down-stairs she had gone out."
"Was it her day out?"
"No; but her sister is sick, and she was sent for. It was all right. She left
word where she was going with Jane."
"That was very considerate of her," said Liscomb, politely.
"Yes," said Bessie. "Ellen's a splendid woman."
Later on in the evening, about half-past nine, when Mr. Liscomb,
wearied with the excitement of the first irregular day he had known
from boyhood, retired, Thaddeus took occasion to say:
"Bessie, I think you'd better tell Ellen about having breakfast promptly
in the morning to-night, before we go to bed."
"Very well," returned Bessie, "I'll go down now and do it;" and down
she went. In a moment she was back. "The poor thing was so tired," she
said, "that she went to bed as soon as dinner was cooked, so I couldn't
tell her."
"Why didn't you send up word to her by Jane?"
"Oh, she MUST be asleep by this time!"
"Oh!" said Thaddeus.
It was nine o'clock the next morning when Ellen opened her eyes.
Breakfast had been served a half-hour earlier, Jane and Bessie having
cooked some eggs, which Bessie ate alone, since Thaddeus and
Liscomb were compelled to take the eight-o'clock train to town, hungry
and forlorn. Liscomb was very good-natured about it to Thaddeus, but
his book-keeper had a woful tale to tell of his employer's irritability
when he returned home that night. As for