But no,--wait a moment." Mrs. Sequin's keen eye swept him
from head to foot. "Have you ever had any experience in serving?"
Phineas, whose only claim to serving was that "they also serve who
only stand and wait," dropped his eyes.
"Only the communion, mam, and the collection. But I ain't above
lending a hand, mam. You'd do as much for me. I was just saying to the
lady in the kitchen, that anybody was fortunate to work for a person
with as generous a face as yours."
"Clean yourself up, and put on Jenkins' coat, and if another waiter is
absolutely necessary, they can call on you," directed Mrs. Sequin
hurriedly, then calling to the maid, "Has Miss Margery come down yet?"
"She's in the library, mam."
Margery, pale and listless, turned from the window as her mother
entered.
"I was just watching for Miss Lady," she said; "it will be rather
amusing to see her and Connie at their first big party."
"I hope she won't wear that childish dress she was married in. It is
all right for Connie to affect white muslin and blue ribbons, but
Cousin John's wife ought to wear something that makes her look older.
Why, with that short gown, and the way she wears her hair, she looks
like a schoolgirl!"
"She looks very beautiful.
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