"Hadn't we better send it for you," he suggested, "in one of our vans, in charge of our own men?"
"Just so," I agreed. "Good morning."
The piano duly arrived, and when we had taken the drawing-room door out of its socket and demolished a large portion of two walls, they got it in—just in. With care I can squeeze into the room. However, I am happy, though crowded, for I have achieved my heart's desire.
It has been with me a year now. I must soon think of learning to play it.
THE PARAFFIN HABIT.
(Doctors generally are prescribing refined paraffin for various ailments.)
Mistress. "The oil finished again, Mary? it seems to go very quickly."
Cook. "It's the Master, Mum. Whenever 'e runs out of 'is 'refined' 'e comes a-dipping into this 'ere."