Next day my wife observed a woman carrying a large earthen jug, twin-spouted, of elegant shape. My wife coveted it. After that she saw nothing but women carrying similar jugs.
Presently I began to feel an influence akin to that experienced by the hypnotic subject. I became aware of a consciousness that I desired one of these jugs. I knew that I did not really want a jug of any kind, because I dislike all jugs. But from time to time I found myself saying, in reply to a question, "Yes, we must certainly take one of those jugs home," or, "Yes, it would look well upon Victoria" (which is the name of our sideboard), or, "Yes, it would be the very thing to keep water in during the hot days." After a week of this I found myself bartering coppers against a Spanish Jug, this very one upon which I sat when I got back into the fly. It was, it is, an enormous jug.
"It is fragile," I said, as I lugged the thing back through Madrid. "And it is too large for the bag. It will only get broken on the journey. Let us give it away to somebody and increase our popularity."
"I will take it to England," said my wife, "if I carry it every step of the way." This emphatic manner of speaking (for we were to travel by train and steamboat) convinced me that what she
