clapperclaw

In the race of fashion the resolute and active De Mogyns has passed the poor old Clapperclaw.

Certain it is, that between her and Miss Clapperclaw, on the first floor, the poor wenches lead a dismal life.

"I never knew a woman who was constantly bullied by her husband who did not like him the better for it," Miss Clapperclaw says.

"Hold your tongue, sir," said Miss Clapperclaw, tossing up her virgin head with an indignant blush on her nose.