Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1916-01-19

the bell.
Emma as the girl appeared, you
may bring in that grape jelly
In few moments she came in with
a cleaning, quivering mold.
why, you've opened a fresh glassl
I meant the one we had last night"
There wasn't more'n a spoonful
left, ma'am."
That's the second time she's done
that" declared Helen in loW-voiced
indignation when the door swung to
after her "Why, we hardly touched
that jelly last night"
eff she likes sweets, so much the
better. That means a nonalcoholic
taste, and she'll let the wine alone
But the grapefruit-she has half
grapefruit every morning, just the
same as we have. Three always last
ed US for three mornings-now have
to get three every other day
ooh, WELL" shrugged Warren, cas-
long as she does her work-guess we
can afford to give her what she wants
to eat"
OF course flushing, you know l
always want the girl to have good,
nourishing-"
: Here Emma came in for the salad
bowl, and Helen began talking hur-
riedly about something else.
She had engaged this girl through
an agency the day after they landed
Just week ago. In that time Emma
had cleaned the whole apartment,
washed the woodwork and oiled the
floors. She was both fast and capa-
BILE; yet she had an assertive air that
Helen found very irritating.
No other girl had ever expected
grapefruit every morning, and as this
was something Helen did not like to
speak of, it ranked all the more
Though she did not bring it up
again, Helen keenly resented War
ren's attitude, for it made her seem
penurious about the girls food She
knew that she was much more gener-
GUS with her maid than were most
women. Her own mother was not
half so lenient, and Carrie locked up
everything.
It was after eight when Emma. hav-
ing finished her dishes, appeared at
the library door.
Mrs. Curtis, do you mind if l go
out for little while?"
Helen looked up from her sewing
with a brief, Very we'll"
where's that draft coming from?'
demanded Warren little later, scowl
ing over his paper at the windows
mo, they're all down in here-it
must be from the dining room. Wait,
dear, I'll see."
It was the kitchen window that
was up, and the pantry door open
Turning on the light, Helen put down
the window, and then glanced around
Everything had been left in spot
less order. Emma had washed out
all the tea towels, and even put q
fresh hand towel on the roller
Helen looked into the ice box. L
was clean and understanding. Ant
the girl was certainly saving There
was the bit of spinach left from din
ner and a spoonful Of mashed pota
toes. But where was the jelly?
With increasing indignation, Heller
searched through the ice box ant
pantry. She had noticed particular.
that over half the glass had beef
left.
And they had SO little jelly, onl,
what was left over from last year
for they had been away all fall an
it was now too late for any fruit.
Dragging forward the stepladde
chair, Helen climbed up to the jell
shelf. There were only nine glasse
of currant and fourteen of grape
the girl was SO inordinately fond Q
jelly. might she not occasionally ope
glass for herself?
Over the refrigerator was a glass
doored cupboard that could be locked
In a flash Helen decided that was tn
place for the jelly.
Even those high shelves had bee
freshly washed and lined with pape
but just now this evidence of Emma
industry failed to impress her.
Hello, what in blazes are 20
doing up there?" Warren, his hand
In his pockets, stood at the pantr
door, staring at her
I'm putting this jelly where
can lock it up" steadying herself o
the stepladder. There wasn't
spoonful left of that glass we had g
dinner. It's outrageous! I neve
heard of a girl having the presuml
ton to eat jelly like that"
Look out, there-you'll fall! T
rather pay for few glasses of jell