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MY SPECULATION IN CHINA WARE.........
SHOWING WHY THE Dıxxer WAS LATE....
Light ON THE SUBJECT.............
CHEAP FURNITURE......
A CONVENIENT DISTANCE FROM THE CITY............

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A PLAIN FAMILY DINNER...

68 Not at Hoxe.............

85 RATHER SLIPPERY....

99 SAUSAGES FOR TEA.............

111 “I WONDER WHO IT IS FROM. Mrs. Smith GETS A GREAT MANY LETTERS...

122 TAE PENALTY OF HOUSE CLEANING ..........

129 BROILING A LOBSTER.........

146 “IF ANY THING IS SENT HOME, LAY IT CAREFULLY ON MY BED”...... 163 Motos IN MY AUCTION SOFA.........

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CONFESSIONS OF A HOUSEKEEPER.

CHAPTER I.

MY SPECULATION IN CHINA WARE.

This happened a very few years after my marriage, and is one of those feeling incidents in life that we never forget. My husband's income was moderate, and we found it necessary to deny ourselves many little articles of ornament and luxury, to the end that there might be no serious abatement in the comforts of life. In furnishing our house, we had been obliged to content ourselves mainly with things useful. Our parlor could boast of nine cane-seat chairs; one high-backed cane-seat rocking chair; a pair of card tables; a pair of ottomans, the covers for which I had worked in worsted; and a few illustrated books upon the card tables. There were

. no pictures on the walls, nor ornaments on the mantle pieces.

For a time after my marriage with Mr. Smith, I did not think much about the plainness of our style of living; but after a while, contrasts between my own parlors and those of one or two friends, would take place in my mind; and I often found myself wishing that we could afford a set of candelabras, a pair of china vases, or some choice pieces of Bohemian glass. In fact, I set my heart on something of the kind, though I concealed the weakness from my husband.

Time stole on, and one increase after another to our family, kept up the necessity for careful expenditure, and at no time was there money enough in the purse to justify any outlay beyond what the wants of the household required. So my mantel pieces remained bare as at first, notwith standing the desire for something to put on them still remained active.

One afternoon, as I sat at work renovating an old garment, with the hope of making it look almost “as good as new," my cook entered and said

There's a man down stairs, Mrs. Smith, with a basket full of the most beautiful glass dishes and china ornaments that you ever did see; and he says that he will sell them for old clothes."

“For old clothes ?” I responded, but half comprehending what the girl meant.

“ Yes ma'am. If you have got an old coat, or a pair of pantaloons that aint good for nothing, he will buy them, and pay you in glass or china.”

I paused for a moment to think, and then said

“ Tell him to come up into the dining room, Mary.”

The girl went down stairs, and soon came back in company with a dull looking old man, who carried on his arm a large basket, in which were

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temptingly displayed rich china vases, motto and presentation cups and saucers, glass dishes,

, and sundry other articles of a like character.

Any old coats, pantaloons or vests ?” said the man, as he placed, carefully, his basket on the floor. “Don't want any money. See here! Beautiful !"

And as he spoke, he took up a pair of vases and held them before my eyes. They were just the thing for my mantle pieces, and I covetted them on the instant.

“What's the price ?" I enquired.

“Got an old coat ?" was my only answer. “ Don't want money."

My husband was the possessor of a coat that had seen pretty good service, and which he had not worn for some time. In fact, it had been voted superannuated, and consigned to a dark corner of the clothes-press. The thought of this garment came very naturally into my mind, and with the thought a pleasant exhilaration of feeling, for I already saw the vases on my mantles.

Any old clothes ?” repeated the vender of china ware.

Without a word I left the dining room, and hurried up to where our large clothes-press stood, in the passage above. From this I soon abstracted the coat, and then descended with quick steps.

The dull face of the old man brightened, the moment his eyes fell upon the garment. He seized it with a nervous movement, and seemed to take in its condition at a single glance. Ap

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