My lady readers can, without any effort of the mind, imagine something of its unpleasant reality.

As for our visitor, when lights were brought in, he was no where to be seen.

I have a faint recollection of having heard the street door shut amid the confusion that succeeded the incident just described.
About a week afterwards, the whole of our cheap furniture was sent to auction, where it brought less than half its first cost.

It was then replaced with good articles, by good workmen, at a fair price; not one of which has cost us, to this day, a single cent for repairs.
A housekeeping friend of mine, committed, not, long since, a similar error.

Her husband could spare her a couple of hundred dollars for re-furnishing purposes; but, as his business absorbed nearly all of his time and thoughts, he left with her the selection of the new articles that were to beautify their parlors and chambers, merely saying to her: "Let what you get be good.