to be hoed, the pie to be cooked; the one cannot do the both. Settle
it between you, and, having settled it, agree to do each your own
work free from this everlasting nagging.

I know, personally, three ladies who have exchanged the woman's work
for the man's. One was deserted by her husband, and left with two
young children. She hired a capable woman to look after the house,
and joined a ladies' orchestra as pianist at two pounds a week. She
now earns four, and works twelve hours a day. The husband of the
second fell ill. She set him to write letters and run errands, which
was light work that he could do, and started a dressmaker's business.
The third was left a widow without means. She sent her three
children to boarding-school, and opened a tea-room. I don't know how
they talked before, but I know that they do not talk now as though
earning the income was a sort of round game.

[When they have tried it the other way round.]

On the Continent they have gone deliberately to work, one would
imagine, to reverse matters. Abroad woman is always where man ought
to be, and man where most ladies would prefer to meet with women.
The ladies garde-robe is superintended by a superannuated sergeant of
artillery. When I want to curl my moustache, say, I have to make
application to a superb golden-haired creature, who stands by and
watches me with an interested smile. I would be much happier waited
on by the superannuated sergeant, and my wife tells me she could very
well spare him. But it is the law of the land. I remember the first
time I travelled with my daughter on the Continent. In the morning I
was awakened by a piercing scream from her room. I struggled into my
pyjamas, and rushed to her assistance. I could not see her. I could