My Husband Is A General's Chauffeur Somewhere

I Know I Am At The End. I Shall Never Get Better, Dear.

I Am A Grandmother Now, And That Means Age Is Creeping On, Creeping On.

After Being So Bad I Could Hear The Angels Singing.

No Person In The World Ever Lost Anything By Being Nice To Me.

A Complete Transformation Seemed To Have Place In My Life Overnight. It Was Quite Staggering, And Thenceforward Visitors And Invitations Continued To Pour In Daily Until They Became A Source Of Grievance To Our Landlady, Who Was Obliged To Engage An Extra Servant To Respond To The Battering Of Powdered Footmen On Her Humble And Somewhat Flimsy Door.