I turned it over with a backstitch on the selvage edge. Pause. Yes, I like that way, too; but I think it's better to baste it on with Valenciennes or bombazine, or something of that sort. It gives it such an air--and attracts so much noise. Pause. It's forty-ninth Deuteronomy, sixty-forth to ninety-seventh inclusive. I think we ought all to read it often. Pause. Perhaps so; I generally use a hair pin. Pause. What did you say? (_Aside_.) Children, do be quiet! Pause _Oh!_ B _flat!_ Dear me, I thought you said it was the cat! Pause. Since _when_? Pause. Why, _I_ never heard of it. Pause. You astound me! It seems utterly impossible! Pause. _Who _did? Pause. Good-ness gracious! Pause. Well, what_ is_ this world coming to? Was it right in _church_? Pause. And was her _mother _there? Pause. Why, Mrs. Bagley, I should have died of humiliation! What did they_ do_? Long pause. I can't be perfectly sure, because I haven't the notes by me; but I think it goes something like this: te-rolly-loll-loll, loll lolly-loll-loll, O tolly-loll-loll-_lee-ly-li_-i-do! And then _repeat_, you know. Pause. Yes, I think it_ is_ very sweet--and very solemn and impressive, if you get the andantino and the pianissimo right. Pause. Oh, gum-drops, gum-drops! But I never allow them to eat striped candy. And of course they _can't_, till they get their teeth, anyway. Pause. _What_? Pause. Oh, not in the least--go right on. He's here writing--it doesn't bother _him_. Pause. Very well, I'll come if I canI'll come if I can. (_Aside_.) Dear me, how it does tire a person's arm to hold this thing up so long! I wish she'd-- Pause. Oh no, not at all; I _like _to talk--but I'm afraid I'm keeping you from your affairs. Pause. Visitors? Pause. No, we never use butter on them. Pause. Yes, that is a very good way; but all the cook-books say they are very unhealthy when they are out of season. And_ he_ doesn't like them, anyway--especially canned. Pause. Oh, I think that is too high for them; we have never paid over fifty cents a bunch. Pause. _Must _you go? Well, _good_-by. Pause. Yes, I think so. _good_-by. Pause. Four o'clock, then--I'll be ready. _good_-by. Pause. Thank you ever so much. _good_-by. Pause. Oh, not at all!--just as fresh--_which_? Oh, I'm glad to hear you say that. _Good_-by. (Hangs up the telephone and says, “Oh, it _does _tire a person's arm so!”) A man delivers a single brutal “Good-by,” and that is the end of it. Not so with the gentle sex--I say it in their praise; they cannot abide abruptness. EDWARD MILLS AND GEORGE BENTON: A TALE