"Come now, Mrs.
Queerington, aren't you taking matrimony a little seriously?"
"Perhaps I am, but I'm new, you know, and I've an awful lot to
learn."
"Hasn't it ever occurred to you that the Doctor might have something
to learn?"
"No," she said brightly, "he knows everything. I sometimes wish he
didn't. I'd be proud if I could teach him even _that_ much!" and she
measured off the amount on the tip of her little finger.
"Perhaps he isn't as good a pupil as you are. You should take him to
see 'Harnessing a Husband,' at the Ardmore this week."
"A play? I'd love to go to the theater just once."
"You've never been? How extraordinary! Come with Mrs. Horton and me on
Friday night and let us share your first thrill."
"May I?" Miss Lady began eagerly, then checking herself, "I'm afraid
the Doctor doesn't care much about the modern stage. He used to enjoy
seeing the great actors, but he says the plays they put on now bore
him fearfully. Mayn't we come to call sometime instead?"
"As you like," said Mr. Horton, shrugging, "but I hope you realize
that you are spoiling that learned husband of yours. Instead of
adapting yourself to him, make him adapt himself to you.
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