A Nursery View Of It

Allee i se ven. She was visiting at Teddy's liouse in the country. Teddy is six. They -vere playing "keeping house," the other day when it ralned 'Til be the lether," said Ted, "and go to the office. You are the mother, you raust stay at hume and dit the dinner." "No,1.1 rejoined Miss Aliee. "I must go to business, too. My mamma always puts ou her bonnet and goes to the office after breakfast." (Her mother is uu editor.) Who dits the dinner at your house ?" asked Teddy, thinking of his stomach. ■Nobody. We get things to eat at some restaurant, or we have theia sent in." Haven't you any kitehen in your house ?" ■No; we have only mamma's room, the sitting-room, the study and my room. Don't you ever teil any one, but my room is just a corner of the study behind the screen." ted sat thinking. Then, Crossing his short, fat little legs, he said, with an air of a man who has thought much and deeply upon the woman question: "Well, when I dit married I shall have a kitchen in my house, and my wife shall cook the dinner. I fink it is lunny for mammas to go to offices. I link they ought to stay at home." To which the small but progressive woman replied: "It lsn't funny one bit. It's a good deal nicer than cooking dinners. 'When I am grown up I shall have a stylographic pen, wear it behind my ear, just like mamma. I am not quite sure, though, whether I shall be a writer-woman or a doctor-woman like Aunty May." Ted looked at Alice seriously out of his big brown eyes. "I don't think I'll marry you then; I was finking I would, maybe." "I don't care," responded Alice, flippantly. 'Tve wiped dishes once and I don't like it. You might cook your own dinner and see how you would like it for a while. My papa says he can make cocoa just as good as he wants it any day. I don't want to play house wlth you if you want me to cook dinners. You play you're sick and I'll div you some medicine. Let me feel your pulse; where is your tongue ?" The eavesdropper tiptoed to the door for a peep at these wise ehildren. Alice was standing over Ted trying to keep her mother's eyeglasses on her pug nose. Ted was rocking a scrubby-looking rag baby, and, judging by the dejected look on his rosy face, he feit that the years of servitude predicted by Alice had