FORGETFUL HUSBANDS.
“There is a man out west so forgetful, that his wife has to put a wafer on the end of her nose, that he may distinguish her from the other ladies; but this does not prevent him from making occasional mistakes.”
Take the wafer off your nose, my dear, and put it on your lips! Keep silence, and let Mr. Johnson go on “making his mistakes;” you cannot stop him, if you try; and if he has made up his mind to be near-sighted, all the guide-boards that you can set up will only drive him home the longest way round!
So trot your babies, smooth your ringlets, digest your dinner, and—agree to differ! Don’t call Mr. Johnson “my dear,” or he will have good reason to think you are going to quarrel with him! Look as pretty as a poppet; put on the dress he used to like, and help him to his favourite bit at table, with your accustomed grace, taking care not (?) to touch him accidentally with your little fat hand when you are passing it. Ten to one he is on the marrow bones of his soul to you in less than a week, though tortures couldn’t wring a confession out of him. Then, if he’s worth the trouble, you are to take advantage of his silent penitence, and go every step of the way to meet him, for he will not approximate to you the width of a straw! If he has not frittered away all your love for him, this is easily done, my dear, and for one whole day after it he will feel grateful to you for sparing him the humiliation (?) of making an acknowledgment. How many times, my dear “Barkis,” you will be “willing” to go through all this depends upon several little circumstances in your history with which I am unacquainted.