My dear Ethel,--You ask me what "sort of a husband" I recommend. My
dear, ask me the name of a dressmaker, of a doctor, or of a (ugh!)
dentist, and I can tell you precisely. I can name the man. But what sort
of a husband! Well, after sifting the matter carefully, and after
looking before _you_ leap, and after an experience of some few years of
married life, I say, decidedly, choose a man . . .
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You will find him very useful if managed judiciously; he will prove an
immense saving to you, as if you went alone you would have to tip
porters, and squabble with cabmen. Then from a certain view I should
advise some of those "about to marry" to select a man who has no club.
But this is an exceptional case. Finally, if you wish to be strictly
economical, and to live in the suburbs, or in the country, and if your
husband has no occupation or profession, then I should say, in order
that you may attend assiduously to your domestic duties, which include
visiting, five o'clock teas, and so forth, then ascertain that your
husband is of a maternal disposition, and one . . .
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If I think of anything else I will let you know. But, above all, please
yourself, and by so doing you will delight . . .
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Yours affectionately, DORA.
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[Illustration: "OUT OF THE FRYING-PAN," &c.
_Parson_ (_to Ne'er-do-weel_). "What's this I hear, Giles--that your
wife has left you! Ah! this is what I----"
_Giles._ "She might do worse than that, sir."
_Parson_ (_shocked_). "Worse!"
_Giles._ "She might come back again!"]
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