"I to6k so much pains with your breakfast, I thought I must have pleased you to-day," she answered with a new ring in her voice.
" Breakfast ?" he repeated in amaze ment. " But is a man to live on ono meal a day ? You ought to have lived at my boarding-house for a while, my dear, and understand what good housekeeping was. When I think of it now, what a thoroughly admirable woman Rachel, the cook there, must have been."

"Oh, my dear, what a pity you hadn't married her," said Maude, turning away, and beginning to hum what she could remember of that last melody. What she forgot, Bngelhardt came the next clay and refreshed her memory in. Came the next day likewise, and began teaching her aecondß in certain duets.
The housekeeping had really got on pretty well, so far, Mr Dunlevio's stric tures notwithstanding ; but the week brought on a lassitude which extended from mistress to cook, and was speedily reflected in a much laxer table. What mess was one day served tip to the master this pen declines to chronicle. His glance was blacker than the charred remains of an overdone chicken which Maude found in the kitchen oven <i day or two after — a chicken for lunch which cook had forgotten in the ardour of pre serving raspberries.
