It's a case of kill me quick or cure me to-morrow, and if President
WILSON was to talk till next week 'e couldn't make it no different.
You can't make a silk sock out of a side of bacon, and that's true
whichever way you look at it."

"But what steps," we urged, "does your Association intend to take,
Mrs. Bloggins, over this matter?"

"I don't know nothink about no 'sociations," said Mrs. Bloggins, "but
I do know that we're all in it, and Mrs. Pledger and Mrs. 'Uggins, and
the rest of 'em, we knows our power and we intends to use it."

"In what way do you mean?" I said.

She looked at me cunningly.

"Now you're spyin'. It's dirty work and I won't 'ave it 'ere. You
might be the Proctor hisself for all I cares--you're not going to
ferret nothink out of me."

Hereupon she rose with great dignity and plainly indicated that the
interview was at an end.

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La Haute Cuisine.

"Cook; French; age 38; wages £25-£30 week."--_Morning Post._

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