When this Mrs Smith are asked to ball-parties, dance-step festivals, trolley-ride, bridge-play gambol, etc., she look extremely downtrodden for days & days. Her husband remain calm but frightened, like Wall Street before it collapses. Of finally she lead Hon. Smith to breakfast where she report distinctually,
“I am absent of all clothing to wear anywheres.”
I do not notice this. But Hon. Jno grone severely while he give her all the wealth of his pockets. Then he go glubly away to his office feeling like the Queen of Sheba’s husband when it was fashionable for ladies to dress in solid gold with diamond buttons.
About one week of yore my Hon. Boss Lady come at me and decry,
“Togo,” she say, “one extra plate must arrive to table this week.”
“You expecting some person?” I ask out.
“No. Only a dressmake,” report her.
“Must I mix extra food for her daily?” I snuggest.
“Ah, no, not to do,” she repartee with economy voice. “This Miss Dressmake will eat what the family does.”
“If she eat what the family does, what will the family eat?” I ask to know.