I jerk him forward.
Horror on horrors! The unveiling of the Bavarian statue, of which I read an account in the newspapers the other day, is nothing to it.
The jamb, it appears, has supported something besides the mantle shelf; for when I draw the young Smith forward, deprived of the friendly aid of the wall, his teguments drop to the floor, and _he_ stands unveiled! One fell swoop at rude play has destroyed all my little innumerable stitches; and I am just where I was before I threaded a needle the night before! Now I appeal to any body--any woman with the least experience, if this is not all _too bad_! And yet my husband insists that I have no need to be continually worrying myself with the needle.

It _is_ true that each of the children has four or five changes of clothes, which they might wear--but what is the use of their having things to "put right on--and tear right out!" I like to be prudent and saving.

It was only the other day that Mr.Smith came in early, and found me busy; and commenced a regular oration.

He said that every child in the house has a better wardrobe than he; and so he went on, and counted all off to me.

He says--and men think they know _so much_--that if children have clothes they should wear them; and when they are worn out, provide more, and not try to keep as many half-worn suits in repair, as there are new suits in a queen's wardrobe.