These little things really worried her; I could see they did.

She never said any thing; but she would get up, take up the hat, brush the table with her handkerchief, and hang the hat in its right place, or send the house-girl with the broom after his disfiguring tracks.
"Pardon me, my dear," he would say with imperturbable good-nature,--"really, I am too forgetful.

I must have a self-regulating machine attached to my movements,--a portable duster and hat-catcher.
But, the blessed freedom of home.

It constitutes half its joy.

Dear me! I would not exchange the privilege of doing as I please for the emperorship of the celestial realms." But, pleasant as were my noon rests, my homeward walks were pleasanter still.