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in his ability. Though he fail in many schemes, encourage him to 

 try again. Though all the world loses confidence in him, if he is 

 an honorable man, never let him know that you are disappointed 

 or that your trust has wavered. 



I'll tell you what to do. Put your arm around his neck and 

 say cheerily : "John dear, do you know what those foolish Smiths 

 have done? They've bought a carpet and a patent rocker and a 

 lot of truck and now they'll have it to care for. I'm so thankful 

 we've more sense. When we get enough money to pay for such 

 trash we'll use it to buy a cow." You may punctuate this with 

 kisses if you like and John will think was there ever on earth such 

 another sensible little body. O, you can fool them to the end, if 

 you only understand your business. 



And above all, don't nag. A constant nagging would break 

 the spirit of any man. You may have a temper (some women 

 acquire one by inheritance), but you never allowed him to see 

 the ugly side of it before you were married, and don't do it now. 

 If you feel you must give vent to it, wait until he has gone, then 

 grit your teeth, take a good, solid chair and shake it furiously. 

 You can make believe it's John and no harm will come to the 

 delusion your husband is laboring under. John, all unconscious, 

 will very likely be heard bragging about the even disposition of 

 his wife. Still, if you are unable to control your temper, if you 

 must give John a piece of your mind, have it out, in a hand to 

 hand conflict, if need be. It may clear the atmosphere, like a 

 thunder storm. Still, I wouldn't advise it, but it's better than 

 nagging. Whatever you do, don't nag. 



COMPANY AT THE; FARM. 



The usual monotonous round of indoor work is broken all to 

 smithereens by the occasional appearance of one of more guests, 

 for while some townbred people shrink from the responsibilities' 

 incident to rural life, they are not unmindful of its summertime 

 attractions. And when spring buds and bloom are beckoning in 

 tantalizing fascination the temptation to make a raid on some 

 nearby farm house becomes so irresistible that a cheery voice 

 will be heard calling to a neighbor: 'Tt's a lovely day. Don't 

 you want to take a drive in the country. I know a farmer who 

 lives a few miles out. They're farmers, but they're nice people," 

 is hastily added by way of apology for so obscure an acquaintance. 

 "They own a big farm and have lots of cows, sheep and chickens. 

 Don't you want to go? Pshaw, they won't mind if you are a 

 stranger, they'll be tickled to death to see us. Bring the children 

 and we'll have a fine time." Did you ever, right in the midst of 

 house cleaning, when you were struggling to gain time by hav- 



