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They tried it for a while； the new runabout car bringing out a girl in
the morning early； and taking Diantha in to her office。
But motor cars are not infallible； and if it met with any accident there
was delay at both ends； and more or less friction。
Then Diantha engaged a first…class Oriental gentleman； well recommended
by the 〃vegetable Chinaman；〃 on their own place。 This was extremely
satisfactory； he did the work well； and was in all ways reliable； but
there arose in the town a current of malicious criticism and
protestthat she 〃did not live up to her principles。〃
To this she paid no attention； her work was now too well planted； too
increasingly prosperous to be weakened by small sneers。
Her mother； growing plumper now； thriving continuously in her new lines
of work； kept the hotel under her immediate management； and did
bookkeeping for the whole concern。 New Union Home ran itself； and
articles were written about it in magazines； so that here and there in
other cities similar clubs were started； with varying success。 The
restaurant was increasingly popular； Diantha's cooks were highly skilled
and handsomely paid； and from the cheap lunch to the expensive banquet
they gave satisfaction。
But the 〃c。 f。 d。〃 was the darling of her heart； and it prospered
exceedingly。 〃There is no advertisement like a pleased customer；〃 and
her pleased customers grew in numbers and in enthusiasm。 Family after
family learned to prize the cleanliness and quiet； the odorlessness and
flylessness of a home without a kitchen； and their questioning guests
were converted by the excellent of the meals。
Critical women learned at last that a competent cook can really produce
better food than an incompetent one； albeit without the sanctity of the
home。
〃Sanctity of your bootstraps！〃 protested one irascible gentleman。 〃Such
talk is all nonsense！ I don't want _sacred_ mealsI want good
onesand I'm getting them； at last！〃
〃We don't brag about 'home brewing' any more；〃 said another； 〃or 'home
tailoring；' or 'home shoemaking。' Why all this talk about 'home
cooking'？〃
What pleased the men most was not only the good food； but its clock…work
regularity； and not only the reduced bills but the increased health and
happiness of their wives。 Domestic bliss increased in Orchardina； and
the doctors were more rigidly confined to the patronage of tourists。
Ross Warden did his best。 Under the merciless friendliness of Mr。
Thaddler he had been brought to see that Diantha had a right to do this
if she would； and that he had no right to prevent her； but he did not
like it any the better。
When she rolled away in her little car in the bright； sweet mornings； a
light went out of the day for him。 He wanted her there； in the
homehis homehis wifeeven when he was not in it himself。 And in
this particular case it was harder than for most men； because he was in
the house a good deal； in his study； with no better company than a
polite Chinaman some distance off。
It was by no means easy for Diantha； either。 To leave him tugged at her
heart…strings； as it did at his； and if he had to struggle with
inherited feelings and acquired traditions； still more was she beset
with an unexpected uprising of sentiments and desires she had never
dreamed of feeling。
With marriage； love； happiness came an overwhelming instinct of
servicepersonal service。 She wanted to wait on him； loved to do it；
regarded Wang Fu with positive jealousy when he brought in the coffee
and Ross praised it。 She had a sense of treason； of neglected duty； as
she left the flower…crowned cottage； day by day。
But she left it； she plunged into her work； she schooled herself
religiously。
〃Shame on you！〃 she berated herself。 〃Now_now_ that you've got
everything on earthto weaken！ You could stand unhappiness； can't you
stand happiness？〃 And she strove with herself； and kept on with her
work。
After all； the happiness was presently diluted by the pressure of this
blank wall between them。 She came home； eager； loving； delighted to be
with him again。 He received her with no complaint or criticism； but
always an unspoken； perhaps imagined； sense of protest。 She was full of
loving enthusiasm about his work； and he would dilate upon his harassed
guinea…pigs and their development with high satisfaction。
But he never could bring himself to ask about her labors with any
genuine approval； she was keenly sensitive to his dislike for the
subject； and so it was ignored between them； or treated by him in a vein
of humor with which he strove to cover his real feeling。
When； before many months were over； the crowning triumph of her effort
revealed itself； her joy and pride held this bitter drophe did not
sympathizedid not approve。 Still； it was a great glory。
The New York Company announced the completion of their work and the
_Hotel del las Casas_ was opened to public inspection。 〃House of the
Houses！ That's a fine name！〃 said some disparagingly； but； at any rate；
it seemed appropriate。 The big estate was one rich garden； more
picturesque； more dreamily beautiful； than the American commercial mind
was usually able to compass； even when possessed of millions。 The hotel
of itself was a pleasure palacewholly unostentatious； full of gaiety
and charm； offering lovely chambers for guests and residents； and every
opportunity for healthful amusement。 There was the rare luxury of a big
swimming…pool； there were billiard rooms； card rooms； reading rooms；
lounging rooms and dancing rooms of satisfying extent。
Outside there were tennis…courts； badminton； roque； even croquet； and
the wide roof was a garden of Babylon； a Court of the Stars； with views
of purple mountains； fair； wide valley and far…flashing rim of sea。
Around it； each in its own hedged garden； nestled 〃Las Casas〃the
Housestwenty in number； with winding shaded paths； groups of rare
trees； a wilderness of flowers； between and about them。 In one corner
was a playground for childrena wall around this； that they might shout
in freedom； and the nursery thereby gave every provision for the
happiness and safety of the little ones。
The people poured along the winding walls； entered the pretty cottages；
were much impressed by a little flock of well…floored tents in another
corner； but came back with Ohs！ and Ahs！ of delight to the large
building in the Avenue。
Diantha went all over the place； inch by inch； her eyes widening with
admiration； Mr。 and Mrs。 Porne and Mrs。 Weatherstone with her。 She
enjoyed the serene； well…planned beauty of the whole； approved heartily
of the cottages； each one a little different； each charming in its quiet
privacy； admired the plentiful arrangements for pleasure and gay
association； but her professional soul blazed with enthusiasm over the
great kitchens； clean as a hospital； glittering in glass and copper and
cool tiling； with the swift； sure electric stove。
The fuel all went into a small； solidly built power house； and came out
in light and heat and force for the whole square。
Diantha sighed in absolute appreciation。
〃Fine； isn't it？〃 said Mr。 Porne。
〃How do you like the architecture？〃 as