Mother. "YES, DEAR."
Basil. "WELL, I FEEL AS IF I DIDN'T WANT TO GO AND WASH MY FACE."
SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE.
["The plain truth is that there are very few jobs that could not be done by women as well as they are being done by men."—Daily Paper.]
Chloe, in the placid days
Ere the war-clouds gathered,
I was prodigal in praise
Of your charm and winning ways;
You became a cult, a craze