"I know," I said. "We have been in seven houses since we were married, and every kitchen stove has been worse than the last. Our present one is not only incompetent; it is spiteful. It knows when we are giving a party, and goes out of its way to do its worst."
"We are going to have a new one," said Harris, but he did not say it proudly. "Clara thought it would be such a saving of expense, having the two things done at the same time. I believe," said Harris, "if a woman wanted a diamond tiara, she would explain that it was to save the expense of a bonnet."
"How much do you reckon the stove is going to cost you?" I asked. I felt interested in the subject.
"I don’t know," answered Harris; "another twenty, I suppose. Then we talked about the piano. Could you ever notice," said Harris, "any difference between one piano and another?"
"Some of them seem to be a bit louder than others," I answered; "but one gets used to that."
"Ours is all wrong about the treble," said Harris. "By the way, what is the treble?"
"It’s the shrill end of the thing," I explained; "the part that sounds as if you’d trod on its tail. The brilliant selections always end up with a flourish on it."
"They want more of it," said Harris; "our old one hasn’t got enough of it. I’ll have to put it in the nursery, and get a new one for the drawing – room."
"Anything else?" I asked.
"No," said Harris; "she didn’t seem able to think of anything else."
"You’ll find when you get home," I said, "she has thought of one other thing."
"What’s that?" said Harris.
"A house at Folkestone for the season."
"What should she want a house at Folkestone for?" said Harris.
"To live in," I suggested, "during the summer months."
"She’s going to her people in Wales," said Harris, "for the holidays, with the children; we’ve had an invitation."
"Possibly," I said, "she’ll go to Wales before she goes to Folkestone, or maybe she’ll take Wales on her way home; but she’ll want a house at Folkestone for the season, notwithstanding. I may be mistaken – I hope for your sake that I am – but I feel a presentiment that I’m not."
"This trip," said Harris, "is going to be expensive."
"It was an idiotic suggestion," I said, "from the beginning."
"It was foolish of us to listen to him," said Harris; "he’ll get us into real trouble one of these days."