She puts up preserves with marvelous dexterity, and can toss together eggs, butter, sugar and flour, and turn out a cake in less time than an ordinary woman would consume in creaming the butter and sugar.

But it is an obvious fact that the work of this remarkable woman lacks "staying power." Her too rapid and long stitches often give way, allowing between them mortifying glimpses of white under-waist or skirt to obtrude themselves; in a high wind the trimmings or feathers are likely to blow loose from the dainty bonnets; her preserves ferment, and have to be "boiled down," while the cutting of her cake reveals the truth that under the top-crust are heavy streaks, like a stratum of igneous formation shot athwart the aqueous.

The maker of gown, hat, preserves, and cake lacks thoroughness.

As one irreverent young man once said after dancing with her--"she is all the time tumbling to pieces." Since something must be crowded out, the first and great point is to determine what this something must be.

Certain duties are of prime importance, others only secondary.