The Inventions of the Idiot

"You are the man to do it," said the Bibliomaniac. "An inventive genius such as you are ought to be able to solve the problem." "Perhaps he ought to be," said the Idiot; "but we are not all what we ought to be, I among the number. Almost anything seems possible to me until I think of the mother at home all day with a dear, sweet, bright, energetic boy like Sammie. Then, I confess, I am utterly at a loss to know what to do." And then, as none of the boarders had any solution of the problem to suggest, I presume there was none among them who knew "How To Be Tranquil Though A Mother." Perhaps when women take up invention matters will seem more hopeful.