[Pg 39] IV THE HUSBAND’S PLACE IN THE HOME To Editor Woman’s Page, who give Ladies such delicious advice how to preserve raspberries, beauty and other species of vegetables. Hon. Mr: At home of Mrs. Washington Fillups where I was employed as recently as 3 days of yore I obtain many chances to observe some ladies when they call. One day Mrs. Oliver Hix approach & make ring-ring to front door which I oped to permit her in. I notice she was displayed very stylishly with calling-card appearance. Her goldy hair contained one (1) velvet hat of extreme blackness and her dress was all surrounded with fringes like a piano-cover or like that Indian costume of Hon. Buffalo Bill. “Are Mrs. Fillups to home?” she inquire pridefully poking forth her name with card. “She are,” I report. “Yet I must go to see if she will acknowledge it.” Hon. Mrs. Fillups were up in sewing-room[Pg 40] mending sox with considerable darn. When I told her who was there she report, “Her again?” Then she dust off her nose, reorganise her hairpins and trot downward to where Mrs. Hix was. [Pg 40] Kiss-kiss heard. Joy shreeks. Conversations in soprano duet. It was my duty to massage off the mahogany furniture in dining-room annexed to parlour, so how could I avoid overhearing what they said? I did not attempt to do so, however much I tried. It was my duty to polish that furniture in dining-room, so there I was. If ladies cannot keep their conversation hushed, Servants cannot make their ears behave. This is human-natural. After dis-cussing topicks like baby, coal-bills & other luxuries, they commenced gossiping about some articles of furniture I could not understand. Their voices was so interrupted I could not catch-all, but this is what I heard: Mrs. Hix say: “I permit mine to set in parlour when company comes. This is most ostentatious place.” From this I thought she was talking about a piano. “I move mine into library every night after[Pg 41]
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