A gallon of oil must not again disappear in four days.
"Why," said my husband, "it ought to last us at least a week and a half." "Not quite so long," I replied.

"We burn a gallon a week." "Not fairly, I'm inclined to think.

But four days is out of all conscience." I readily assented to this, adding some trite remark about the unconscionable wastefulness of domestics.
On the next morning, as my husband arose from bed, he shivered in the chilly air, saying, as he did so: "That girl's let the fire go out again in the heater! Isn't it too bad?
This thing happens now every little while.

I'm sure I've said enough to her about it.

There's nothing wanted but a little attention." "It is too bad, indeed," I added.
"There's that fishy smell again!" exclaimed Mr.Smith.