She Was Not Engaged

Mra. B. had changed girls, and was tindergoing the usual catechism at the hands of her kitchen's future ruler. After a succession of damsels from "the ould dart" her husbandbad strenuously insistedthat ebe try"an intelligent and cleanly American girl. " He had found such a one and was sure she would prove a treasure. The lady of the house even thought he mightnot be mistaken, so trim and neat was the newcomer. "Yes. I'm a splendid washer," that person said, "and I can iron shirts to beat a Chinaman - I ahvays did np father's at home. I ahvays had time, for, yon see, I know bow to manage. Flat things, sheets, tablecloths, napkins, I fold and lay arotmd in the chairs; they come out beautifnlly smooth when yon have sat on them a day or two. And that reminds me to ask, where had you rather I put them, here in your chair or your husband's?" It took Mrs. B. sometimo minutes to recover speech, but flnally she managed to say that on the whole she feared she wóuld not snit a domestic aoprogressive.