When we were finishing our house, we found we had a little cash left over, on account of the plumber not knowing it.

I was for enlightening the heathen with it, for I was always unaccountably down on the heathen somehow; but Mrs.McWilliams said no, let's have a burglar alarm.

I agreed to this compromise.

I will explain that whenever I want a thing, and Mrs.McWilliams wants another thing, and we decide upon the thing that Mrs.McWilliams wants--as we always do--she calls that a compromise.

Very well: the man came up from New York and put in the alarm, and charged three hundred and twenty-five dollars for it, and said we could sleep without uneasiness now.