And his shoes.

And his newspaper in the morning.

And his breakfasts, and lunches, and dinners, and teas--" She stopped, struck by a sudden recollection, looked about her, observed the tattered old book on the floor, and clasped her hands in despair.

"I've lost the place!" she exclaimed helplessly.

"Oh, mercy, what will become of me! I've lost the place." "Never mind," said Magdalen; "I'll soon find the place for you again." She picked up the book, looked into the pages, and found that the object of Mrs.Wragge's anxiety was nothing more important than an old-fashioned Treatise on the Art of Cookery, reduced under the usual heads of Fish, Flesh, and Fowl, and containing the customary series of recipes.