"Why, the very next day our cook left."
I felt very sorry for the professor—he laughed, of course, but during the rest of the evening I noticed he fought shy of Mrs. Harper's company.
And the best of it was that lady actually believed in the realization of her prophecy.
I know Harper thought it a dire calamity when he had to subsist for a whole week on provender fashioned after the methods in vogue among cooking-school graduates.
When he was a little younger Harper used to be quite a clubman.
Habits of his bachelor days were hard to shake off.
I had often wondered how he came to suddenly reform, and when my wife told me recently, as a great secret, I have come to feel a new respect for the fertility of resource as shown in the gentler sex.
Mrs. Harper used strategy, where another little woman, less wise, might have tried expostulation and entreaty without effect, for most men dislike the tyranny of tears.
I'll tell you what she did.