"Got her all right, haven't I ?" "Well, you have!" answered the woman, shaking all over with unrestrained laughter.

"The fattest pigeon I've happened to see for a month of Sundays.

Is she very rich ?" "Her husband is, and that's all the same.

And now, Pinky"-- Mrs.Bray assumed a mock gravity of tone and manner--"you know your fate--New Orleans and the yellow fever.

You must pack right off.