large virtues are in the balance. My eyes wandered to the kettle closet. The door stood ajar, and within I beheld my new aluminum "cooker" with as black a bottom as ever pot was disgraced by! It was too much. The glamour of the past gave place to indignation at the present. Smarting under the sense of Catherine's perfidy, I fell upon that kettle with much zeal and Sapolio, thereby descending to the sphere and fulfillment of my manifest destiny.
Not until hours after, and much application of brushes and soap to my suffering hands, did I realize the hardest part of this experience, the real pang, to be the disillusionment, the truth forced home to me that I shall never again know in its completeness and freshness the joy of being alone in the house.
THE END
