The other evening I was at their house, and they were having a little matrimonial discussion about it.

It seems little Charlie had been picked up out of the mud in the afternoon, and brought in in such a condition, that it was sometime before he could be identified.

After being immersed in a bathing tub it was ascertained that he had not a clean suit of clothes; so the young gentleman was confined to his chamber for the rest of the evening, in a night gown.

This my brother-in-law considered a great hardship, and they were talking the matter over when I went in.
"'Why don't you make the boy clothes enough, Julia ?' said he.
"'I am forever making and forever mending,' said Julia; 'but it is impossible to keep that young one clean.

He had twelve pairs of pantaloons in the wash last week, and the girl was sick, and I had to iron them myself.