I want to--to tend to things," faltered Billy, with a half-fearful glance into her husband's face.
Billy was hearing very loudly now that accusing "If you'd tend to your husband and your home a little more--" Bertram, however, was not hearing it, evidently.

Indeed, he seemed never to have heard it--much less to have spoken it.
"'Tend to things,'" he laughed lightly.

"Well, you'll have enough to do to tend to the maid, I fancy.

Anyhow, we're going to have one.

I'll just step into one of those--what do you call 'em ?--intelligence offices on my way down and send one up," he finished, as he gave his wife a good-by kiss.
An hour later Billy, struggling with the broom and the drawing-room carpet, was called to the telephone.