Things had gone on for months with scarcely a jar.
This was a pleasant feature in affairs, and one upon which we often congratulated ourselves.
When I came home at dinner-time, on the day the anticipated house-cleaning had been mentioned to me, I found my wife with a long face.
"Are you not well ?" I asked.
"I'm well enough," Mrs.Sunderland answered, "but I'm out of all patience with Ann and Hannah." "What is the matter with them ?" I asked, in surprise.
"They are both going at the end of this week." "Indeed! How comes that?
I thought they were very well satisfied." "So they were, all along, until the time for house-cleaning approached.

It is too bad!" "That's it--is it ?" "Yes.

And I feel out of all patience about it.

It shows such a want of principle." "Is John going too ?" I asked.
"Dear knows! I expect so.

He's been as sulky as he could be all the morning--in fact, ever since I told him that he must begin taking up the carpets to-morrow and shake them." "Do you think Ann and Hannah will really go ?" I asked.
"Of course they will.