lour, it's 'Come Rose, put away your things, and let's have the room nice and tidy against they come in; and keep up a good fire; Gilbert likes a cheerful fire.' In the kitchen—'Make that pie a large one, Rose, I dare say the boys 'll be hungry;—and don't put so much pepper in, they'll not like it I'm sure'—or, 'Rose, don't put so many spices in the pudding, Gilbert likes it plain,'—or, 'Mind you put plenty of currants in the cake, Fergus likes plenty.' If I say, 'Well Mamma, I don't,' I'm told I ought not to think of myself—'You know Rose, in all household matters, we have only two things to consider, first, what's proper to be done, and secondly, what's most agreeable to the gentlemen of the house—any thing will do for the ladies.'"
"And very good doctrine too," said my mother. "Gilbert thinks so, I'm sure."
"Very convenient doctrine, for us at all events," said I; "but if you would really study my pleasure, Mother, you must consider
