An American lady stood near with her maid, who flushed deeply.
"What is the matter, Jane?" asked her lady.
"I never could stand having any one called my master," said the
American.
This intimate nerve of self-love, this egotism, this false idea of
independence affects women more than men, and in a country where both
can go from the humblest position to the highest, it produces a
"glistering grief." The difficulty of getting good servants prevents
many families from keeping house. It brings on us the foreign reproach
that we live in hotels and boarding-houses. It is at this moment the
great unsolved American Question. What shall we do with it?