A trouble is a trouble, and the general idea, in the country, is to treat it as such, rather than to snatch the knotted cords from the hand of God and deal out murderous blows.

While my companion is busily engaged in getting copy for a special article about the Market, I step nimbly out of the way of a swarthy gentleman from Calabria,…

A young man must let his ideas grow, not be continually rooting them up to see how they are getting on.

'And what are those things at all?' demands my companion, diverted for a moment from the flowers. She nods towards a mass of dull-green affairs piled on mats o…