It seems to me that husbands are like new boots--you can't tell where they're going to pinch you till it's too late to change 'em.

And as for creaking, why, the boots that are quietest in the shop are just the ones that fairly disgrace you when you come into chapel late on a Sunday morning, and think to slip in quietly during the first prayer; and it is pretty much the same with husbands--those that are the meekest in the wooing are the most masterful to live with." "What was the name of the Churchman your niece married ?" asked Mrs.
Bateson.

"I forget." "Wilkins--Tom Wilkins.

He isn't a bad fellow in some respects--he is steady and sober, and never keeps back a farthing of his wages for himself; but his views are something dreadful.

I can not stand them at any price, and so I'm forever telling his wife." "Dear me! That's sad news, Mrs.Hankey." "Would you believe it, he don't hold with the good old Methodist habit of telling out loud what the Lord has done for your soul?
He says religion should be acted up to and not talked about; but, for my part, I can't abide such closeness." "Nor I," agreed Mrs.Bateson warmly; "I don't approve of treating the Lord like a poor relation, as some folks seem to do.