A few days afterwards she exclaimed, "Now, George, I guess I'll have to askyou to go to city and get some things we need for the house."

Shaw readily agreed, and took out his paper and pencil.

"Soap, starch, ten yards of goat cheesecloth--that's for curtains," shesaid. "I'll knit lace for them, and they'll look real dressy; toiletsoap, sponge and nailbrush--that's for your bath, George; you haven'tbeen taking them as often as you should, or the hoops wouldn't havecome off your tub. You can't cheat Nature, George; she always tells onyou. Ten yards flannelette--that's for night-shirts; ten yardssheeting--that's for your bed--and your black shirts are beautiful fargone."

"How do you know?" he asked in surprise; "they are all in my trunk."

"Yes, I know, and the key is in that old cup on the stand, and I knowhow to unlock a trunk, don't I?" she said in reply with dignity. "You neednew shirts all right, but just get one. I never could abear themboughtwelve shirts, they are so skimpy in the skirt; I'll make you somelovely ones, with yellow and pink flossin' down the front."