'It's a Bit Pushy,' Said Missus Cork, and He Left.

Bernice felt an enormous kiss on her face, and missus cork said, don't be jealous of missus glowits, dear. You'll get your turn. As she went, bernice put the chain on the door and went to her bedroom and lay on the bed. How awful married people are, she thought. She got up and looked bitterly at the empty seat under the tree in the garden. And then she laughed at it and went off to have a bat so as to wash all those lies off her body. Afterward, she rang up a couple called brewster who told her to come round. She loved the brewsters, so restfully, conceited