"But you'd go for another man at once," put in Sallie, the maid, who had overheard the remark of Miss Williams.
"Faugh! I'd keep clear of the vampires, I tell you," snorted the old maid, with a toss of her diminutive head.
"It seems you've been doing that pretty thoroughly in the past, Miss
Williams," retorted Sallie, with a malicious little laugh.
"What do you mean by that?" demanded Miss Williams, tartly.
"Oh, don't fly mad, Miss, I was only speaking from a historical point of view. Judging from the past, it seems to me you wouldn't be apt to have more than a dozen beaux dangling after you after they'd used you mean as you say—"
"Girl, I'll have you discharged."
"You can't do that," retorted Sallie, defiantly.
"I'll show you, huzzy!" and the old maid flounced from the room.
"I'd like to see the likes of her turning me off," muttered the maid. "I don't think Miss Rose'll pay any attention to that vinegar-cruet."
And in this opinion the maid was not far wrong. Rose did not permit her cousin to interfere in the least with the internal relations of the household.