George tried to persuade me as we went downstairs together, bumping our heads on each step in turn, but it was of no avail.
I do not however regret my pious invention, as I hear that George is a changed man. Being intelligent, he thought things over for himself, instead of letting a man in a red tie do it for him, and after six weeks came to the conclusion that a strike is a game that more than one can play at. He strikes now only in his holidays. He never now forgets his tools or leaves taps running. He does a good day's plumb for a good day's pay. And he sings while he works. Strange to say that little tooth of his has given up striking too.
But yet it is not strange, for, as I told you, it was a wisdom tooth.
"£3 10s. HUSBANDS.
Wife who Housekeeps for Three on £2 a Week."—Daily Paper.
But isn't this rather trigamous?
