But I am not the man to complain.
With the determination that has always distinguished my noble line of ancestry, I started in to search from one end of the flat to the other.
This brought me to the kitchen, where lovely Nora was diligently bending her back over the washtubs.
"Can you tell me of my wife's whereabouts?" I asked.
She looked puzzled, but only for a moment, and then smiling broadly, said:
"Faith, to till yees the truth, I do belave they're in the wash, sur."
However, I've run across some things that won't wash.
We had a regular seance one night last week at the house of a great friend of mine called Harper. It was very interesting.
The professor who conducted the exercises was a genius, and he came mighty near converting some of the ladies to his extraordinary way of thinking.
I think Harper's wife was anxious to be a convert.