plaster.

Her right hand had red, white, green, purple and magenta marks all
over it, and her left hand looked like the Fourth of July.

"John!" she yelled; "here it is! My goodness, I am so excited!
See what a fine picture of you I took!"

She handed me the picture, but all I could see was a wood-shed with
the door wide open.

"A good picture of the woodshed," I said; "but whose woodshed is
it?"

"A wood-shed!" exclaimed my wife; "why, that is your face, John.
And where you think the door is open is only your mouth!"

I looked crestfallen and then I looked at the picture again, but my
better nature asserted itself and I made no attempt to strike this
defenceless woman.

Then she handed me another picture and said, "John, here is one I
took of you and little Peaches!"

Little Peaches is the name of our baby.

We call her Little Peaches because that's what she is.

I looked at the picture and then I said to big Peaches, "All I can
see is Theodore, our colored gardener, walking across lots with a