she had an actual auricular grip on him, but the effect upon his
woebegone and browbeaten person was the same. He suggested vividly a
spoiled and pretty lapdog being sternly conveyed to a detested bath. She
suggested a vivified bouquet of artificial flowers. We hastily rallied
our forces to meet her the little red doctor, the bonnie lassie, and
myself. Mrs. Berthelin opened her exordium in a tone of high philippic,
not even awaiting the formalities of introduction. But when i insisted
upon these, and she learned that the bonnie lassie was mrs. Cyrus
staten, she cringed. Despite a desire to keep out of the society columns