"You visit his sister, Mrs. Constant, don't you?" asked Augusta.
"Yes, we have always visited the Hazlewoods," replied Angila, "but I am not intimate with any of them. They always seemed to me those kind of pattern people I dislike."
"Is Mr. Constant well off?" inquired Mrs. Mervale.
"No, I should think not," replied Angila, "from the way in which they live. They have a little bit of a two-story house, and keep only a waiter girl. How I do hate to see a woman open the door," she continued, addressing Augusta.
"So do I," replied her friend. "I would have a man servant—a woman looks so shabby."
"Yes," returned Angila. "There's nothing I dislike so much. No woman shall ever go to my door."
"If you have a man servant," suggested Mrs. Mervale.
"Of course," said Angila; "and that I will."
"But suppose you cannot afford it," said her mother.
"I don't choose to suppose any thing so disagreeable or improbable," replied her daughter, gayly.