So with affirmative smiles the erstwhile employer engaged the nice-looking, bright-looking young girl, whose olive skin and dark eyes made her pretty, if a bit foreign and rather saucy.

“If Dagmar could see me now!” she mocked, patting the lace butterfly cap on her neat hair and smoothing the lace sample of an apron in the most approved screen world style.  “This dress must have been made for me, it fits so well,” she commented, twirling around in front of the modern mirror furnished in the second maid’s room, “and this house suits me very well,” with a glance at the fine fixings all about her.  “Now for the china and silver.  I’ll bet I’ll surprise this shebang with my knowledge of right and left, and my juggling with the forks and spoons.  A new place is all right while it’s new, but it gets old awful quick after—­well, after pay day.”

The black dress was stylishly short and gave Tessie a very chic appearance, in fact although she was seventeen years she looked much younger in the uniform, and she knew it.

Inevitably among the members of that household were two young girls from the scout troop she had seen drilling that afternoon, and quite as inevitably the table talk was entirely of the drill and other scout activities.

It was all so simple after that.  There in the sisters’ rooms were scout manuals, and these little blue books gave Tessie all the information she needed.  Each day while arranging the rooms she was able to learn a lesson, and just when her statement was sure to make the best effect she treated the girls to a story of her “girl scout work.”  It was just like real fiction to Tessie, while Marcia and Phillis Osborne could hardly believe their pretty puff-hidden ears that they should have right in their own home a real girl scout who had won a merit badge!  Tessie positively declined to discuss the “brave deed” she had consummated to obtain that badge, also she refused just as positively to take any part in the scout work of Elmhurst.  It was delectable to have the girls beg her to come to drill, and assure her no one need know she was employed as a waitress.

But Tessie “adored the pose” as she learned to think herself, and she had no idea of being caught in the official net of a scout meeting, where all sorts of questions might be asked, the answers to which could not even be hinted at in a scout manual.

Alma Benitz was the name she chose that night when Frank Apgar escorted her from his “ark” to his mother’s hospitality, and that means of identification was serving her beautifully in the home of Mrs. J. Bennington Osborne, Terrace End, Elmhurst.

It was all perfectly thrilling and Tessie felt each day she mingled her “better days’ smile” with a sob or a grin, for the benefit of her sympathetic spectators, she would have given a week’s pay to have Dagmar seen the “hit” she was making.

“They’ll be giving me French lessons if I don’t watch out,” she told her looking-glass one night, and the confidential mirror noticed the new girl actually sounded her “gs.”  Tessie was an apt pupil, but brains more than hands need training to execute exact science of “putting things over” all the time.