"Good!" said the little woman. "On the gate-posts?"
"No, dear. In the parlor—the cloisonné lamps from Tiffany's."
"Why, I thought you said we couldn't—"
"Well, we can. Our lamps can go in there whether the public likes it or not. We are emancipated."
"But I don't understand," began Mrs. Perkins.
"Oh, it's simple," said Thaddeus, with a sigh of mingled relief and chagrin. "It's simple enough. The other lamps are to be put—er—on Captain Haskins's place."
THE BALANCE OF POWER
It was a pleasant night in the spring of 189-.