“I found two; one who can come right away; the other not till the latter part of the week. Under any other circumstances it would be better to wait for the second, for she is highly recommended, and is just the kind your grandmother would like. I thought I’d better consult her before we decided.”
“What’s the matter with the other one?”
“She is not so well recommended and I was not very favorably impressed. I fancy she is the kind who would follow the example of our late lamented Maria and would leave without ceremony if she felt like it.”
“Then don’t let’s have her. I’d much rather stick it out to the end of the week and then take the good one. Don’t you say so, Win?”
“That would be my way of doing,” returned Winnie, going to the sink to rid her fingers of the juice upon them. “I tell you what, Jo, one of us can come and help you out with the dinner and the dishes; I’d love to, and when I can’t come Clausie can or Ess, or some of us. We’d simply adore to do it.”
“But, Miss Winnie,” began the doctor.
“Now, doctor, please don’t say a word,” begged Winnie. “We are Girl Scouts, you know, and if we can’t help out in case of need we aren’t worth the powder to blow us up.”
“Besides,” put in Joanne eagerly, “it is going to be a corking experience for me. Win, you are a perfect love to want to help out.”
“But what will your grandmother say?” asked the doctor.
“What can she say? All you need tell her is that you have engaged a cook to come—what day did you say?”