Schillie.—"Now you must talk common sense if you mean me to help you. I heard that little demure Jenny, who thinks of nothing but the children, coming to you this morning with a complaint about the number of holes in her darling's only pair of shoes."
Mother.—"Oh but she brought in her apron the whole establishment of young boots and shoes, that I might see the dilapidated condition in which they were."
Schillie.—"And what did you say to that?"
Mother.—"I looked at her gravely and said, 'Then Jenny, order the carriage, and tell Goode I shall go to H—— this evening to buy boots and shoes for the young ones.' I was sorry after I had indulged in this joke, for first of all she looked perplexed, then she looked sorrowful, and finally she bundled up her miserable cargo, and fled in a burst of tears."
Schillie.—"Then she is a greater goose than I imagined. She would have been more sensible had she devised some means of repairing them, without bothering you."
Mother.—"But they are past repair."
Schillie.—"Then she might have tried to concoct new ones."
Mother.—"Perhaps she does not like combining amusement and business together."
Schillie.—"Now, June, you are too bad, and to punish you I'll not help you a bit with your boots and shoes."
Mother.—"Suppose we take to going without any."