whenever I call upon you. It's all on account of this way of
swinging and swaying about in such an absurd manner."

"But, my dear," piped Mrs. Oriole timidly, "the Orioles always have
built in this manner, and it suits our constitution."

"A fiddle on your constitution! How can you tell what agrees with
your constitution unless you try? You own you are not well; you are
subject to headaches; and every physician will tell you that a
tilting motion disorders the stomach and acts upon the brain. Ask
old Dr. Kite. I was talking with him about your case only yesterday,
and says he, 'Mrs. Magpie, I perfectly agree with you.'"

"But my husband prefers this style of building."

"That's only because he isn't properly instructed. Pray, did you
ever attend Dr. Kite's lectures on the nervous system?"

"No, I have no time to attend lectures. Who would sit on the eggs?"

"Why, your husband, to be sure; don't he take his turn in sitting?
If he don't, he ought to. I shall speak to him about it. My husband
always sits regularly half the time, that I may have time to go about
and exercise."

"O Mrs. Magpie, pray don't speak to my husband; he will think I've
been complaining."

"No, no, he won't. Let me alone. I understand just how to say the
thing. I've advised hundreds of young husbands in my day, and I