dream.

"What servants do I keep?" she said one day in answer to a question
of mine "Why, sometimes I am without any. Then Kathleen and I do the
best we can and the children they do the same and my husband takes
what we give him! Indeed, my house is a sort of dispensary you know.
The most extraordinary people come to me for the most extraordinary
things. Now for a bottle of medicine, now for some cast off clothing,
now for writing paper and old newspapers or a few tacks. So we have
many wants to relieve besides our own and really, that is good for us
you know. One Xmas dinner was an amusing one. Roast beef was out of
the question, we couldn't get any, and the old woman who usually
brought us a turkey came eight miles in the snow to bitterly lament
the failure of her turkey crop. The one she had intended for me had
been killed and trussed and then the rats which abound out there,
got at it in the night and left not a bone of it! So I got the poor
old thing a warm cup of tea and gave her some thick socks and sent
her away relieved, resolved to spread myself on the pudding. Do you
remember Kathleen!"

And Miss Saskabasquia did and smiled at the remembrance.

"What was it like?"

"The pudding? Oh! It was the funniest pudding! George--no--Ethel,
was the baby then and very troublesome. Yes, you were my dear and
cutting teeth. I was far from strong and in the act of stirring the
pudding was taken quite ill and had to give it up. Kathleen was
naturally forced to attend to me and the three children, and only
for Henry, we should have had no Xmas dinner at all! He went to work