The "Christian Martyr"
but I like things clean." And she took the "Christian Martyr" into the kitchen.
"Where did you mean to put it?" asked Eliza.
"The only good place would be between 'The Charge of the Light Brigade' and 'The Stag at Bay.'"
"What! In the dining-room?"
"Certainly."
"Well, I shouldn't," said Eliza. "It's a sacred subject, and we use the drawing-room on Sundays. That's the place."
"I think I can trust my own taste," I said. I got a brass-headed nail and a hammer, and began. Eliza said afterward that she had known the chair would break before ever I stood on it.
"Then you might have mentioned it," I said, coldly. "However, you shall learn that when I have made up my mind to do a thing, I do it." I rang the bell, and told the girl to fetch the steps.
I hung the "Christian Martyr," and was
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