On Tuesday I did not go to bed at all." "Why do you do such things ?" said Marian.
"My dear, I _must_.

John Metcalf, the publisher, came to me on Tuesday at three o'clock, and said he must have an article on the mango experiments at Kew ready for the printer before ten next morning.

For his paper, the _Fortnightly Naturalist_, you know.

'My dear John Metcalf,' I said, 'I dont know what a mango is.' 'No more do I, Mrs.
Leith Fairfax,' said he: 'I think it's something that blooms only once in a hundred years.

No matter what it is, you must let me have the article.