"And if you have really been listening at the shutters since you went out, Mrs.Jones, you should by this time know how to pickle walnuts in the new way: for I declare that is all our conversation has been about since.

You always were suspicious, you know, and you always will be." "Look here, Mrs.Jones," said the clerk, decisively; "I don't choose to have my shutters listened at: it might give the house a bad name, for quarrelling, or something of that sort.

So I'll trouble you not to repeat what you have done to-night, or I shall forbid your coming here.

A secret, indeed!" "Yes, a secret!" persisted Mrs.Jones.

"And if I don't come at what it is one of these days, my name's not Lydia Jones.