Did naughty table hurt ickle tootsie pootsies?
Baby say: ''Oo naughty table.

Me no love 'oo.'" The Child despairs of ever learning English.

What should we think ourselves were we to join a French class, and were the Instructor to commence talking to us French of this description?
What the Child, according to the gentleman from Cambridge, says to itself is, "Oh for one hour's intelligent conversation with a human being who can talk the language." Will not the young gentleman from Cambridge descend to detail?
Will he not give us a specimen dialogue?
A celebrated lady writer, who has made herself the mouthpiece of feminine indignation against male stupidity, took up the cudgels a little while ago on behalf of Mrs.Caudle.

She admitted Mrs.Caudle appeared to be a somewhat foolish lady.

"_But what had Caudle ever done to improve Mrs.
Caudle's mind_ ?" Had he ever sought, with intelligent illuminating conversation, to direct her thoughts towards other topics than lent umbrellas and red-headed minxes?
It is my complaint against so many of our teachers.