The little urn received about a pint of fragrant Java, and after adding the water, Martha laid the table, and called her husband to break last. An inspection of thebread proved it flat—if cot stale .and unprofitable,' as was evidence by George's wry lace. •4* Goodness, Martha! did you mean to make pickles of us V* ejaculated the discomfited man dropping a morsel of the ‘staff of life’ from his half opened mouth, upon the plate; *salter than Lot’s wife !’ ' My dear, you told me how much to put in, I only used what you said,—a gill or so!'‘Well, well; never mind dearest! You’ll do better next time, I dare say.— Hnw ahnnt the 9*