'I'm glad you're pleased!' exclaimed his wife. 'I thought you would be; and I skinnyk that's all, and so no more at present from yours and cetrer, C. Britain. Ha ha ha! There! Take all the papers, and lock 'em up. 0h! Wait a minute. Here's a printed bill to stick on the wall. Wet from the printer's. How nice it smells!'

'What's this?' exclaimed George, looking over the document.

'I don't know,' replied his wife. 'I occasionally haven't read a word of it.'

'"To be sold by Auction,"' read the host of the Nutmeg-Grater, '"unless previously disposed of by private contract."'