In fact, he had made a terrible in-ss out of bis
errand, if h memory had played him falsely
in every instance. Bis wife tried to be patient
over it all, but she couldn't. There wasn’t
gra< e enough to offset the provocation.
“Wirat have you here?” she asked,(itching
at a large package. “Hazel nuts? 1 didn’t
order any.’
“1 guess they are nutmegs, my dear,” Du
ten berry said.
“Nutmegs?” sho almost screamed. “How
many?”
“rive pounds.
“Oh, you simpleton! Five pounds of nut
i mcgs! J told pou to bring three ounces.”
“Did you, my dear? Well, 1 thought there !
1 v ere a good many nutmegs, and they cost
I dreadfully.”
“Whitt’s this,” she asked. “A yard of sat
> won. 1 told you tito yards of baiin. 1 his is of
’ ijo earthly use tome. 1 ’
“Can’t you make a bathing suit of It?” Du
vhlh rr> faintly asked, so “rattled” that ho
iwaiiy meant it.
H» r proportions were none of tho most In
significant, uml so she irowitwd fiercely upon
I him.
“I don’t see the Lyons velvet,” she • dd.
j “b’o doubt you forgot it ?”
“.Marla, I didn’t forget anything. They
I hadn’t any.”
“What’ hadn’t snyT”
i “k cs, bluri a. Lyons wee deed or bad goue
PRICE FIVE CENTS.
GET INTO
OUR CHRISTMAS BOX!
SURE! SEE EDITORIAL I’AGE.
