her son's caress.

"Well, let me think. There's the distinguished
Mr. Tatham, who attends to the transportation of
the cities of Warehold and Barnegat; and the Right
Honorable Mr. Tipple, and Mrs. and Miss Gossaway,
renowned for their toilets--"

Mrs. Cavendish bit her lip. When her son was
in one of these moods it was all she could do to keep
her temper.

"And the wonderful Mrs. Malmsley, and--"

Mrs. Cavendish looked up. The name had an aristocratic
sound, but it was unknown to her.

"Who is she?"

"Why, don't you know the wonderful Mrs. Malmsley?"
inquired the doctor, with a quizzical smile.

"No, I never heard of her."

"Well, she's just moved into Warehold. Poor
woman, she hasn't been out of bed for years! She's
the wife of the new butcher, and--"

"The butcher's wife?"