Everybody would say Toodlebug! Toodlebug! and nobody would come to our daughter's parties." The good woman ran on in this way for several minutes, compelling her dear Chapman to keep the peace.

At length she settled back into her rocking chair, and there was a pause.
"My dear," said Chapman, meekly, "I have always held that a man could commit no greater folly than that of quarrelling with a woman on a question of family pride.

In such a contest the man is sure to get the worst of it.

I say this understandingly, my dear." And Chapman shut up his book, and looked up into his wife's face, as if to watch the changes of her countenance.
"We may agree on that matter yet, my dear.

A man is never so low by birth (I mean in this country, at least,) but that he may rise to the highest office of honor and trust--" "Not with such a name as Toodlebug--never!" Mrs.Chapman interrupted, curtly.
"That's a mistake, my dear.