make good her own. But the household waste was worse than the

household dishonesty. Yesterday's food was thrown into the gutter,

and the collection of provisions in the house was such that the

servants grew disgusted with it. The glass was all sticky with

sugar, and the gas burners flared and flared till the rooms seemed

ready to explode. Then, too, there were instances of negligence and

mischief and sheer accident--of everything, in fact, which can

hasten the ruin of a house devoured by so many mouths. Upstairs in