“I should hope you wouldn’t mention this family!” Mrs. Salisbury said hotly.  “But even without that—­”

“It would be merely an outline of what the school is, and what it tries to do,” Justine interposed.  “Miss Holley, our founder and President, was most anxious to have us interest the general public in this way, if ever we got a chance.”

“What Miss Holley—­whoever she is—­wanted, or wants, is nothing to me!” Mrs. Salisbury said magnificently.  “You know what I feel about this matter, and I have nothing more to say.”

She left the kitchen on the very end of the last word, and Justine, perforce not answering, hoped that the affair was concluded, once and for all.

“For Mrs. Sargent may think she can exasperate me by patronizing my maid,” said Mrs. Salisbury guardedly, when telling her husband and daughter of the affair that evening, “but there is a limit to everything, and I have had about enough of this efficiency business!”

“I can only beg, Mother dear, that you won’t have a row with Owen’s dear little vacillating, weak-minded ma,” said Sandy cheerfully.

“No; but, seriously, don’t you both think it’s outrageous?” Mrs. Salisbury asked, looking from one to the other.

“No-o; I see the girl’s point,” Kane Salisbury said thoughtfully.  “What she does with her afternoons off is her own affair, after all; and you can’t blame her, if a chance to step out of the groove comes along, for taking advantage of it.  Strictly, you have no call to interfere.”

“Legally, perhaps I haven’t,” his wife conceded calmly.  “But, thank goodness, my home is not yet a court of law.  Besides, Daddy, if one of the young men in the bank did something of which you disapproved, you would feel privileged to interfere.”

“If he did something wrong, Sally, not otherwise.”

“And you would be perfectly satisfied to meet your janitor somewhere at dinner?”

“No; the janitor’s colored, to begin with, and, more than that, he isn’t the type one meets.  But, if he qualified otherwise, I wouldn’t mind meeting him just because he happened to be the janitor.  Now, young Forrest turns up at the club for golf, and Sandy and I picked Fred Hall up the other day, coming back from the river.”  Kane Salisbury, leaning back in his chair, watched the rings of smoke that rose from his cigar.  “It’s a funny thing about you women,” he said lazily.  “You keep wondering why smart girls won’t go into housework, and yet, if you get a girl who isn’t a mere stupid machine, you resent every sign she gives of being an intelligent human being.  No two of you keep house alike, and you jump on the girl the instant she hangs a dish towel up the way you don’t.  It’s you women who make life so hard for each other.  Now, if any decent man saw a young fellow at the bottom of the ladder, who was as good and clever and industrious as Justine is, he’d be glad to give him a hand up.  But no; that means she’s above her work, and has to be snubbed.”