I need a sock-darner, a wash-counter, a pram-pusher, for a wife, as Grant would say, not a dainty piece of lace embroidery.

It would soon be covered with spots and full of holes from the rough wear I'd give it." Madam Bowker laughed heartily.

"You are--delicious," said she.

"You state the exact situation.

Only I don't think Rita is quite so fragile as you fancy.