GEORGE WAS IN HARD LUCK.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 25, 18 June 1892, Page 630

GEORGE WAS IN HARD LUCK.

She was a bride. Her drees showed it, and she wm a pretty one, too. Her light silk drees fitted her perfectly, and her hat was the acme of good taste. She snuggled up to him in the seat. * George, dear,* whispered she, * now that we are married, you won’t object to auntie and sister and Cousin Flora and Brother Jack’s family coming to see ns once in a while, will you f * No, pet.’ * And I may have three of your four pounds a week to shop with, mayn’t I, George I* ‘ Yes, love.’ * And you won’t smoke cigarettes, George dear, any morel’ •No, sweet.* ‘ And you won’t stay out later than seven o’clock nights, will you, George f ‘No, dear.’ * And we’ll hire a flat and buy a lovely piano, won’t we, George!’ ‘Yes.’ * And you won’t let that jag butt you and make you dizzy any more, will you, Georgie Porgy r ' . ‘ No, pet.’ And the solemn looking man in the forward seat muttered * Poor George!’ and left the car.