"You have brought the picture home, I see," said she.
"Of course I have.

She is going to give me a sitting." "At what hour, of what day ?" said Mrs.Triplet, with a world of meaning.
"She did not say," replied Triplet, avoiding his wife's eye.
"I know she did not," was the answer.

"I would rather you had brought me the ten shillings than this fine story," said she.
"Wife!" said Triplet, "don't put me into a frame of mind in which successful comedies are not written." He scribbled away; but his wife's despondency told upon the man of disappointments.

Then he stuck fast; then he became fidgety.
"Do keep those children quiet!" said the father.
"Hush, my dears," said the mother; "let your father write.

Comedy seems to give you more trouble than tragedy, James," added she, soothingly.
"Yes," was his answer.