My wife is a vigorous woman, part of whose life has been spent in domestic service, and part in a suburban dressmaker's establishment.

She keeps the house very clean, pins up the oleographs presented to us at Christmas time by the grocer and the oil-man, and thinks I look genteel in a silk hat when we walk out to hear the band in the public gardens on Thursday evenings." "I can see her!" Mr.Waddington groaned.

"My poor fellow!" "She cuts out her own clothes," Burton continued, "from patterns presented by a ladies' penny paper.

She trims her own hats with an inheritance of feathers which, in their day have known every color of the rainbow.

She loves strong perfumes, and she is strenuous on the subject of the primary colors.