With these few prefatory words, gentle reader, I fling open the front door—to use a metaphorical expression—and invite you to witness a few scenes of our domestic life that I have from time to time recorded.
THE CARDS
About a year ago Eliza and myself had a little difference of opinion. I mentioned to her that we had no visiting-cards.
"Of course not," she said. "The idea of such a thing!" She spoke rather hastily.
"Why do you say 'of course not'?" I replied, quietly. "Visiting-cards are, I believe, in common use among ladies and gentlemen."
She said she did not see what that had to do with it.
"It has just this much to do with it," I answered: "that I do not intend to go without visiting-cards another day!"
"What's the use?" she asked. "We never call on anybody, and nobody ever calls on us."
"Is Miss Sakers nobody?"