A Motor Car Divorce

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Chapter III We'be on the boat There came a moment when I thought we had better give it up altogether and not attempt to grow broad, or live beyond our age, or have any aspiration in life higher than a good closet wherein to hang our skirts?my skirts. That was when none of John's socks would mate, and the...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Chapter III We'be on the boat There came a moment when I thought we had better give it up altogether and not attempt to grow broad, or live beyond our age, or have any aspiration in life higher than a good closet wherein to hang our skirts?my skirts. That was when none of John's socks would mate, and the wrong laundry arrived with twenty-three collars for him, size twelve and a half, and I had twice packed the letter of credit at the bottom of the trunk. Then John came in and reminded me that there had been such a moment preceding every trip we had ever taken, and yet we had always managed to get away, and that it was only part of the burden that goes with packing, and particularly the result of the actions of the socks. They have a habit, he said, of wandering off and hiding under chairs, utterly heedless of their rightful mates, thinking all the time they are making splendid matches, and in their silly grammar way believing if two negatives make a positive, that two lefts ought to make a right, which is the same way some people feel, concluded John, who by this time had picked up all the odd little socks lying lonesomely about, and rolled them up tightly with their runaway companions, and the boy came back with the right laundry, so we are on the boat. That wasn't the end of my troubles, nor of John's. so My particular difficulty was the choice of the diary. I was so afraid I might forget to secure one that I flew down to Stern's at a quarter of six one evening and bought a dreadful affair with an embossed cover of golden hearts, happily interlocked. Grown calmer, I could just see that diary in court with a sniggering jury pawing over it, so I exchanged it, or, rather, got a credit, as they didn't have anything I liked there, and took a shirt-waist instead?which I shall a...