OF US, A HARP AND A SPANISH JUG 7 



Next day my wife observed a woman carrying 

 a large earthen jug, twin-spouted, of elegant shape. 

 My wife coveted it. After that she saw nothing 

 but women carrying similar jugs. 



Presently I began to feel an influence akin to 

 that experienced by the hypnotic subject. I be- 

 came aware of a consciousness that I desired one 

 of these jugs. I knew that I did not really want 

 a jug of any kind, because I dislike all jugs. 

 But from time to time I found myself saying, in 

 reply to a question, " Yes, we must certainly take 

 one of those jugs home," or, " Yes, it would look 

 well upon Victoria " (which is the name of our 

 sideboard), or, "Yes, it would be the very thing 

 to keep water in during the hot days." After 

 a week of this I found myself bartering coppers 

 against a Spanish Jug, this very one upon which 

 I sat when I got back into the fly. It was, it is, 

 an enormous jug. 



" It is fragile," I said, as I lugged the thing 

 back through Madrid. "And it is too large for 

 the bag. It will only get broken on the journey. 

 Let us give it away to somebody and increase our 

 popularity." 



" I will take it to England," said my wife, " if I 

 carry it every step of the way." This emphatic 

 manner of speaking (for we were to travel by train 

 and steamboat) convinced me that what she 



