She--oh, Lord!--She wouldn't listen, and declared that she would return the tea and get sugar from town." "Pretty bad that," said Rivers, sympathetic.

"Did she send back the tea ?" "No, sir.

In came Pole grinning that very evening.

He said she had made an awful row about the last leg of mutton he sent.

Pole said she was that bad--She didn't show no temper, but she kept on a sort of quiet mad about the mutton." "Well, what did Pole do ?" "You'd never guess.