He finally took himself off, after telling me that he, for
one, had never found any fault with Mrs. Lippett. She was a
common-sense Christian woman, without many fancy ideas, but with
plenty of good solid work in her. He hoped that I would be wise
enough to model my policy upon hers!

And what, my dear Judy, do you think of that?

The doctor dropped in a few minutes later, and I repeated
the Hon. Cyrus's conversation in detail. For the first time in
the history of our intercourse the doctor and I agreed.

"Mrs. Lippett indeed!" he growled. "The blethering auld
gomerel! May the Lord send him mair sense!"

When our doctor really becomes aroused, he drops into Scotch.
My latest pet name for him (behind his back) is Sandy.

Sadie Kate is sitting on the floor as I write, untangling
sewing-silks and winding them neatly for Jane, who is becoming
quite attached to the little imp.

"I am writing to your Aunt Judy," say I to Sadie Kate. "What
message shall I send from you?"

"I never heard of no Aunt Judy."

"She is the aunt of every good little girl in this school."

"Tell her to come and visit me and bring some candy," says