"Bed, Sir? Here is a genuine Jacobean, for which we are asking only two hundred and fifty guineas."
"Well, to tell you the truth I wasn't wanting to buy one. But I can't get a bed anywhere in London, and I was just wondering if you could let me sleep in it to-night."
DOMESTIC STRATEGY.
I will admit that it was I who gave Mrs. Brackett the idea. But to blame me for the very unfortunate dénouement is ridiculous.
I met Mrs. Blackett in Sloane Street.
"I'm on my way to a registry-office," she said. "No, not that kind of registry-office; I'm not about to commit bigamy. I mean the kind where domestic assistants are sought, but mostly in vain. I suppose you don't know of a cook, a kitchenmaid, a housemaid, a parlourmaid and a tweeny?"