“I absolutely forbid any one in my household to touch the new marble slabs and nickel fittings in my dressing-rooms with cleaning stuffs containing acids, after this.  I have gone to great expense to have the house remodeled this summer, and the bathrooms have all been tiled and fitted up afresh, from beginning to end.  I know that, in the past, you have used acid, gritty soaps on the basins and tubs, Martha, and my plumber tells me you mustn’t do it.  He says it’s ruinous.  He recommends kerosene oil for the bath-tubs and marble slabs.  He says it will take any stain out, and is much safer than the soaps.  So please use kerosene to remove the stains—­”

Mrs. Slawson relaxed.  Without the slightest hint of incivility she interrupted cheerfully, “An’ does your plumber mention what’ll remove the stink—­I should say, odor, of the karrysene?”

Mrs. Sherman laughed.  “Dear me, no.  I’m afraid that’s up to you, as Radcliffe says.”

“O, I ain’t no doubt it can be done, an’ even if it can’t, the smell o’ karrysene is healthy, an’ you wouldn’t mind a faint whifft of it now an’ then, clingin’ to you, comin’ outer your bath, would you?  Or if you did, you might set over against the oil-smell one o’ them strong bath-powders that’s like the perfumery-counter in a department-store broke loose, an’ let ’em fight it out between ’em.  To my way o’ thinkin’, it’d be a tie, an’ no thanks to your nose.”

“Well, I only follow the plumber’s directions.  He guarantees his work and materials, but he says acids will roughen the surface of anything—­enamel or marble or whatever it may be.  I’m sure you’ll be careful in the future, now I have spoken, and—­er—­how are you getting on these days?  How are you and your husband and the children?”

“Tolerable, thank you.  Sammy, my husband, he ain’t been earnin’ as much as usual lately, but I says to him, when he’s downhearted-like because he can’t hand out the price o’ the rent, ’Say, you ain’t fished up much of anythin’ certaintly, but count your blessin’s.  You ain’t fell in the river either.’  An’ be this an’ be that, we make out to get along.  We never died a winter yet.”

“Dear me, I should think a great, strapping man ought to be able to support his family without having to depend on his wife to go out by the day.”

“My husband does his best,” said Martha with simple dignity.  “He does his best, but things goes contrairy with some, no doubt o’ that.”

“O, the thought of the day would not bear you out there, I assure you!” Mrs. Sherman took her up quickly.  “Science teaches us that our condition in life reflects our character.  We get the results of what we are in our environment.  You understand?  In other words, each receives his desert.  I hope I am clear?  I mean, what he deserves.”