b-b-b-badder

Updated: May 23, 2025

“Well, don' you do it. Wish I wasn't married. Oh gee! Wish I wasn't married. I'm crazy of my husband, but I wish I wasn't married. See—once you married—pisht!—there you are—stay that way.” I agreed I was in no hurry about matrimony. “Hurry? Na, no hurry; that's right. The h-h-hurrier you are the b-b-b-badder off you get!” The next morning the Italian girl was late.

Cornelia Stratton Parker - Working With the Working Woman