"Perhaps," said Mrs. Sparrow, "--I have heard it said that a little
bit of work, now and then, does you good."

"All sorts of wild ideas about in the air nowadays," said Mr.
Sparrow, "it don't do to listen to everybody."

"And it don't do to sit still and do nothing neither," snapped Mrs.
Sparrow. "I don't want to have to forget I'm a lady, but--well, any
man who was a man would see things for himself."

"Why did I every marry?" retorted Mr. Sparrow.

They flew away together, quarrelling.



DO WRITERS WRITE TOO MUCH?



On a newspaper placard, the other day, I saw announced a new novel by
a celebrated author. I bought a copy of the paper, and turned
eagerly to the last page. I was disappointed to find that I had
missed the first six chapters. The story had commenced the previous
Saturday; this was Friday. I say I was disappointed and so I was, at
first. But my disappointment did not last long. The bright and
intelligent sub-editor, according to the custom now in vogue, had
provided me with a short synopsis of those first six chapters, so
that without the trouble of reading them I knew what they were all
about.