IF HE KNEW.

Otago Witness, Issue 3995, 7 October 1930, Page 62

IF HE KNEW.

That an occasional bunch of flowers or the tiniest “surprise” gift would thrill me more than anything.

That if he remembered to tell me I am looking nice—and not merely think it—l should look nice far more often!

How exasperating it is to have a good dinner spoilt by being kept waiting while he “ finishes off ” some odd job which could be done just as well afterwards. How I resent being taken for granted. I would love him still to think sometimes that there is something rather marvellous about the fact that I am his

wife! That a visit to the theatre or the talkies would do me far more good than all the doctors’ “ dope.” How I screw and scrape to save him every penny I can—and that a word of praise would make the job seem far more “ worth while.” How I worry when he won’t take a mackintosh—let alone an umbrella—■ when anyone can see it is going to rain “ eats and dogs.”