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a most peculiar, topsy-turvey sensation.
Although she had never had a personal maid and, in recent years, even Aunt Evelyn could only get poorly trained and casual help, Linda did remember ringing for maids and butlers when she was a child. Now it was her turn to be summoned. She wondered how she would feel when the bell sounded. Degraded? Somehow she didn't think so. Why should it be different than being called by voice? Or on the telephone? Or starting work when a factory whistle sounded?
In fact, some hours later when the bell did tinkle, Linda had forgotten all about it and looked around for the cause of the sound for a moment. Then she remembered and hurried out through the kitchen and butler's panty, along the corridor, and finally into the sitting room. It was a surprisingly long way. She hoped Mrs. Bates would not be impatient.
''There you are, Linda. I hope your room is satisfactory?"
"Perfectly, thank you. What can I do for you, Mrs. Bates?"
She smiled. "It's time for lunch. Aren't you hungry?"
Linda smiled back. "I guess I am. You must tell me what I am to do, though, because I haven't the faintest idea."
Mrs. Bates nodded happily. "I am glad I found you, my dear. You are very refreshing. You are my companion and, I hope, will become my friend. You take all your meals with me, except

 
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