At last the tea came up, and so With that our tongues began to go. Now in that house you're sure of knowing
The smallest scrap of news that's going. We find it there the wisest way To take some care of what we say.
RECREATION. JANE TAYLOR
I was born on the 2nd September, 1886, in a small, dull, country town. When I say the town was dull, I mean,
of course, that the inhabitants were unenterprising, for in itself Muddleton was a picturesque place, and
though it laboured under the usual disadvantage of a dearth of bachelors and a superfluity of spinsters, it