Yesterday, Simon came to me, looking very grave.
"If I remember aright, yer honour," he said, "I told you as 'ow I'd completely finished wi' all belongin' to the female persuasion." "You did, Simon." "Well, I've changed my mind.

I used to think after that waccinatin' business gived me small-pox, that I was done for; but that 'ere Emily the 'ousemaid 'ev bin waccinated, and she 'ev had small-pox too.

Well, 't seems to me as 'ow it must hev bin special Providence as hev brought us together, as we read in the Book of Job; and not likin' to go 'gin Providence, I axed her to change her name to Slowden." "Well, Simon, what was her reply ?" "She seed the force o' my reasonin's in a minute, and so, as you may say, 'there'll be good brought out o' evil,' even the evil o' waccinatin'; for it's give us both small-pox, and we both live.

Our faces be a bit pitty, but kisses ain't none the less sweet for that." "And when is it to come off, Simon ?" "I'm goin' to the registrar's now, yer honour, so three weeks to-morrow I shall be took in and done for, and all threw waccination." THE END.