Home Sweet Home and Home Sweat Home.

But that, as the flea said when he bit the wrestler, is a big order, for years, like yearns, need kneading; otherwise they are no better bread than a little faded flour. Years are as good as you make them and the happiness in a home depends on the “heart” in hearth and the “dome” in domicile. Many a mansion is a man-shun because Dulce Domum has died on the doormat. “Dough” without Dulce is tantamount to beer without thirst. But when she brings her bag even the thumble hatch, or at least the humble thatch, with roses round the rostrum and leaks round the root-room, looks more like “home sweet home” than “home sweat home” with hot air and cold water laid on.

So shift your sticks into '34 and find things as you take them. And, if you take over instead of under, before your finger nail has finished going black, there will be silver fish floating in the soup, gold-bugs buzzing round the blanc-mange, a cricket on the hearth, a football on the roof and double-headed pennies tossing the tocsin all over the table. On the other hand, if you take possession of the premises with a face so long that you have to jack it through the front porch, you will crib the crib before the furniture snatchers have finished sawing the legs off the grand piano to push it through the portico.

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