The witticisms with which Jane unsuspectingly enlivened the pages of the Recording Angel were conclusive on this point.
Smilash had now adopted a profession.

In the last days of autumn he had whitewashed the chalet, painted the doors, windows, and veranda, repaired the roof and interior, and improved the place so much that the landlord had warned him that the rent would be raised at the expiration of his twelvemonth's tenancy, remarking that a tenant could not reasonably expect to have a pretty, rain-tight dwelling-house for the same money as a hardly habitable ruin.

Smilash had immediately promised to dilapidate it to its former state at the end of the year.

He had put up a board at the gate with an inscription copied from some printed cards which he presented to persons who happened to converse with him.
***** JEFFERSON SMILASH PAINTER, DECORATOR, GLAZIER, PLUMBER & GARDENER.

Pianofortes tuned.
Domestic engineering in all its Branches.