Except during school-hours their parents' married life is one long honeymoon. Clarrie has put Lord Randolph Churchill's shoe into a glass case on the piano, and, as is only natural, Andrew is now a staunch Conservative. Domesticated and repentant, he has renounced the devil and all her works. Sometimes, when thinking of the past, the babble of his lovely babies jars upon him, and, still half-dreaming, he brings their heads close together. At such a time all the anxious mother has to say is: "Andrew!" Then with a start he lays them gently in a heap on the floor, and, striding the room, soon regains his composure. For Andrew has told Clarrie all the indiscretions of his life in London, and she has forgiven everything. Ah, what will not a wife forgive!