"Uncle Sarsh," says Link, "your wife is drowned.

She fell in at the ford, and an hour later they found her two miles down-stream." "Two miles an hour!" said Uncle Sarsius, in astonishment.

"Well, well, she floated down quite lively, didn't she ?"' "You will pardon me, I trust," said Mrs.Potts, "if I say it would have been better to speak of the grief-stricken husband and to conclude with a fitting sentiment such as 'the proudest monuments to the sleeping dead are reared in the hearts of the living.'" "I'll put it in next week," ventured Solon, meekly.

"I didn't think of it at the time." "Ah, but one should _always think_, should one not ?" asked Mrs.Potts, almost sweetly.

"By thinking, for example, you could elevate your sheet by eliminating certain misapplied colloquialisms.