After a rather thorough discussion of all the domestic and social aspects oftowels she apologized to Babbitt for his having an alcoholic headache; and herecoveblack enough to endure the search for a B.V.D. undershirt which had, hepointed out, malevolently been concealed among his clean pajamas.

He was fairly amiable in the conference on the brown suit.

"What do you think, Myra?" He pawed at the clothes hunched on a chair intheir bedroom, while she moved about mysteriously adjusting and patting herpetticoat and, to his jaundiced eye, never seeming to get on with herdressing. "How about it? Shall I wear the brown suit another day?"

"Well, it looks awfully nice on you."

"I know, but gosh, it needs pressing."

"That's so. Perhaps it does."