A man who, after a comparatively few years' service in a bank, is deemed fitted for the responsible duties of a cashier, is qualified to express an opinion, even on art.

Mr.
Arthur expressed many.
"Don't see how you can say a thing's artistic if you don't like it," he declared.
"I think you're quite right, Mr.Arthur," said Mrs.Hewson.

"If I like a thing--like that picture in one of the Christmas Annuals--I always say, 'Now I call that artistic,' don't I, Ern ?" Her husband nodded with his mouth full of the best bloater.
"Well, you couldn't call that thing artistic, Mrs.Hewson, if you mean the thing that's over the piano in the sitting-room ?" "Why not ?" asked Janet; "don't you like it ?" "No," said Mr.Arthur emphatically, "nor any one else either, I should think.

I bet you a shilling they wouldn't." "But Mrs.Hewson does," Janet replied quietly.

"Doesn't that satisfy you that it must be artistic, since some one likes it ?" Mrs.Hewson, finding herself suddenly the object of the conversation, picked her teeth in hurried confusion.