who, in my hour of drab and dreary cooklessness, when my heartfainted, and tragedy impended, sent her four fair daughters to myaid, with an ancient Hibernian curio destined to eke out alivelihood at my expense; who knows the true inwardness of thistragic topic, and who would gladly lend a willing hand and anunwilling cook to any sufferer, I gratefully dedicate these simple,plaintive dialogues.
ALAN DALE
New York City,
September, 1904
My Letitia! It was indeed a proud and glowing moment when I slipped thelittle golden circlet on her fair, slim, girlish finger, and realizedthat she was assuredly mine. We were so eminently suited to eachother—both young, enthusiastic, and unspotted from the world. We hadour own pet theories, and long before marriage we had communed on thatfavorite, misunderstood topic—the sanctity of the home.
Letitia was exceedingly well-read, and the polish upon her educationshone. It was no mere thin veneer, to be wor