“Have you met with a servant, dear?”
“No, mamma; that Anne Buckley would never have done.”
“Suppose I try,” said Mr. Hale. “Everybody else has had their turn at this great difficulty. Now let me try. I may be the Cinderella to put on the slipper after all.”
Margaret could hardly smile at this little joke, so oppressed was she by her visit to the Higginses.
“What would you do, papa? How would you set about it?”
“Why, I should apply to some good house-mother to recommend me one known to herself or her servants.”
“Very good. But we must first catch our house-mother.”
“You have caught her. Or rather she is coming into the snare, and you will catch her to-morrow, if you’re skilful.”
“What do you mean, Mr. Hale?” asked his wife, her curiosity aroused.
“Why, my paragon pupil (as Margaret calls him) has told me that his mother intends to call on Mrs. and Miss Hale to-morrow.”