In these days of small houses and diminutive flats, the passion for hoarding is a weakness which few women can afford to indulge. And yet it is a common thing to see valuable space taken up by rubbish with which the owner cannot bear' part "in ease it may come in useful one day," or because she "hates to throw things away."
'The passion for hoarding takes many forms. One woman': will never discard a piece of furniture or an ornament that has the slightest sentimental value, and an inevitable: consequence her one and only spare room is filled to overflowing wit such articles as "poor Uncle John's favourite chair" (now without] springs and with the cover sadly moth-eaten), and a monstrosity of picture "given me by that old friend who went abroad."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.