Then, if he pops in opportunely, I can say, with Shakspeare--amended: I am in _slops_, Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
And, then, husband has no choice but to retreat to a chop-house, and leave me to finish.
But the chance for a grand saturnalia is best when Mr.Smith goes from home for a day or two.

Then I can deny myself to visitors--take full license--set the hydrant running, and puzzle the water commissioners with an extra consumption of Schuylkill.

My last exploit in this way was rather disastrous; and I am patiently waiting for its memory to pass away, before I venture even to think of repeating it.

Mr.Smith had business in New York--imperative business, he said,--but I do believe it might have waited, had not Jenny Lind's first appearance taken place just then.

This by the way.