Her nights were not so tuneable to the superior mind.

When asleep she was the sport of elves that danced her into tangles too deliciously unravelled, and left new problems for the wise-eyed and anxious morning.

She solved them with the thought that in sleep it was the mere ordinary woman who fell a prey to her tormentors; awake, she dispersed the swarm, her sky was clear.

Gradually the persecution ceased, thanks to her active pen.
A letter from her legal adviser, old Mr.Braddock, informed her that no grounds existed for apprehending marital annoyance, and late in May her household had resumed its customary round.
She examined her accounts.

The Debit and Credit sides presented much of the appearance of male and female in our jog-trot civilization.