If you hadn't happened to make me jealous and afraid the one man I used to envy in those days would get you--I laughed the other day when he was appointed postmaster at Indianapolis--However, I did marry you, and did let you imagine you wore the pants.

It seemed to amuse you, and it certainly amused me--though not in the same way.

Now I want you to look back and think hard.

You can't remember a single time that what you bossed me to do was ever done.

I was always fond of playing tricks and pulling secret wires, and I did a lot of it in making you think you were bossing me when you were really being bossed." It was all Mrs.Whitney could do to keep her mind on how sick he was, and how imperative it was not to get him out of humor.