"My dear," Margaret patted his bald head, "you know a lot more about law than about a woman's frocks. You leave that to me."
Before he could reply, the one maid of the household entered the room, and presented a card-plate to Jennie.
"More callers—what a pile!" said Jennie as she took ten cards from the plate.
"Yes, and it's only one lady in the parlour settin'!" exclaimed the Pennsylvania Dutch maid. "It wonders me that she gives me so many tickets!"
"Well, would you look, Danny! If it ain't Miss Hamilton!" exclaimed Jennie with a contemptuous shrug. "Ain't she got nerve!"
"What! Well, well! Tut, tut, tut!—my stenographer calling on my wife! Yi, yi! Because she and her parents sent us a little bit of a vase for a wedding gift, she has the presumption to think she can make your acquaintance, my dear!"
"That exquisite little Venetian glass vase!" said Margaret eagerly. "It's one of the loveliest gifts we received."
"It looks as if it cost fifty cents," commented Jennie. "And they're not just to say poor either; her father is the high school principal and her mother's the Episcopal Church organist."
"But why ten cards," asked Daniel, "if she came by herself?"
"Her father's and mother's cards as well as her own; and for all of us," explained Margaret as she glanced over them.