woman I ever saw--the very worst; now haven't you?"

[Illustration: CONFESSING THEIR FAULTS]

_Mrs. F_. "No, I haven't, either. I'm just as good-tempered as you
are."

_F_. "That's not so. You're as cross as a bear If you were married to
a graven image, you'd quarrel with it."

_Mrs. F_. "That's an outrageous falsehood! There isn't any woman about
this neighborhood that puts up with as much as I do without getting
angry. You're a perfect brute."

_F_. "It's you that is the brute."

_Mrs. F_. "No, it isn't."

_F_. "Yes, it is. You're as snappish as a mad dog. It's few men that
could live with you."

_Mrs. F_. "If you say that again, I'll scratch your eyes out."

_F_. "I dare you to lay your hands on me, you vixen."

_Mrs. F_. "You do, eh? Well, take that! and that" (cuffing him on the
head).

_F_. "You let go of my hair, or I'll murder you."