Stacey in domestic service

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The home was typical New England. Stately, white, and set elegantly upon a rise in.the Vermont countryside. Stacy saw the home the minute she left the Greyhound in the town square, for it re- posed beyond the village streets. The girl's first thought concerned how utterly gorgeous the maple woods must be in fall.

It was, after all, Stacy's third position since high school. All had been served with excellence and

– efficiency,' earning her the normal letters of refer- ral. Indeed, each position was a step upwards for

Stacy, bringing the commensurate increase in sal- ary. How glad she was that she had favored domes- tic service in high school! Her teacher, Miss

Cummins, had been such an excellent instructor!

Goodness knows, the domestic market was becom- ing increasingly crowded and competitive these days. A girl had to be very pretty and very good to land any sort of reasonable position. Thus the girl swang happily up the narrow street, her light case an easy burden in her hand. How delightful to be seventeen on this perfect summer day!

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