It was their after-dinner way.

She spoke up abruptly and very bravely: "Grant, I'm a humbug." "Certainly, dear; what of it ?" "I mean--and it's something serious--I really am, you know, and I want to tell you." "Go ahead, midget." She did not seem altogether reassured, but plunged in gallantly: "You thought I would be a good wife to you.

You thought I knew everything a woman should know who agreed to live together with the man she loved, and make the most of life.

But, Grant, I was and am really a humbug! I don't know how to manage a house; I have to leave it to the servants, and I can see enough, at least, to know that it isn't what it should be.

There are a thousand little fancies of yours I don't know how to gratify, and I want to do it so, Grant! What shall I do ?" He responded by saying that he was very fond of his little Dora Copperfield and that he would buy her a poodle dog.