"It's washing day, and we shall have nothing comfortable." "Things will be no more comfortable for you than for me," was kindly replied by my husband.
"We shall only have a picked-up dinner," said I.
"I like a good picked-up dinner," answered Mr.Smith.

"There is something so out of the ordinary routine of ribs, loins, and sirloins--something so comfortable and independent about it.

No, you cannot eat your picked-up dinner alone." "Drop the word _good_ from your description, and the picked-up dinner will be altogether another affair," said I."No, don't come home to-day, if you please; for every thing promises to be most uncomfortable.

Get yourself a good dinner at an eating house, and leave me to go through the day as well as I can." "And you are really in earnest ?" said my husband, seriously.
"I certainly am," was my reply.

"Entirely in earnest.