"Are you the waitress? "Alice asked dismally.
"Yes'm, if Malena here."
"Malena is here," Alice said, and hesitated; but she decided not to send the waitress to the back door; it might be a risk. She let her in. "What's your name?"
"Me? I'm name' Gertrude. Miss Gertrued Collamus."
"Did you bring a cap and apron?"
Gertrude took the little bundle from under her arm. "Yes'm. I'm all fix'."
"I've already set the table," Alice said. "I'll show you what we want done."
She led the way to the dining-room, and, after offering some instruction there, received by Gertrude with languor and a slowly moving jaw. she took her into the kitchen, where the cap and apron were put on. The effect was not fortunate; Gertrude's eyes were noticeably bloodshot, an affliction made more apparent by the white cap; and Alice drew her mother apart, whispering anxiously,
"Do you suppose it's too late to get someone else?"
"I'm afraid it is," Mrs. Adams said. "Malena says it was hard enough to get her! You have to
