I'm too old a housekeeper for that." Finding that I was not to be convinced, Hannah became angry, and said something about her not being a "thafe." I was unmoved by this, however; and told her, with as much sternness of manner as I could assume, that I should hold her responsible for any future waste of the article; and that if she did not feel inclined to remain on such terms, she had better go.
"Dade, thin, and I'll go to onst," was the girl's spirited answer.
"Very well, Hannah.

You are your own mistress in this respect," said I, coolly.

"I'm not in the least troubled about filling your place; nor fearful of getting one who will waste a gallon of oil in four days." Hannah retired from my presence in high indignation, and I fully expected that she would desert my house forthwith.

But, no; unlike some others of her class, she knew when she had a good place, and had sense enough to keep it as long as she could stay.
In due time she cooled off, and I heard no more about her getting another place.
"There's that fishy smell again!" exclaimed my husband, as he arose up in bed one morning, a day or two afterwards, and snuffed the air.
"And, as I live, the fire in the heater is all out again! I'll have some light on this subject, see if I don't." And he sprung upon the floor, at the same time hurriedly putting on his dressing gown and a pair of slippers.
"Where are you going ?" said I, seeing him moving towards the door.
"To find out where this fishy smell comes from," he replied, disappearing as he spoke.
In about five minutes, Mr.Smith returned.
"Well, if that don't beat all!" he exclaimed, as he re-entered the chamber.
"What ?" I very naturally enquired.
"I've found out all about that fishy smell," said he.
"What about it?
Where does it come from ?" "You wouldn't guess in a month of Sundays! Well, this is a great world! Live and learn!" "Explain yourself, Mr.Smith.

I'm all impatience." "I will; and in a few words.