A Parody on Patience

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•A♦Trip♦to♦Niagara♦Falls•
Come, May, come, Nellie; hurry up. Deacon Fitney will be here directly and the train starts directly.
The voice was that of Mr. Trevellyan, a thoroughly well-known and highly respected stock broker of the City of Chicago. Mr. Trevellyan was a hard-working man, and his various affairs did not give him much opportunity of absenting himself from his business. But to-day had been laid out as a holiday for the babies, and papa Trevellyan had made up his mind to take part in it.
The day was, as I have just said, a bright one, even for the month of June, and both May and Nellie, in anticipation of a pleasant time, were not long in putting on their things and repairing to the parlor.
It was well they hurried. There was papa, valise in hand, ready to start; mamma, too, and nothing seemed to be wanting but the presence of Deacon Fitney, who had gone off to secure the railway tickets, and who promised to return at once with a carriage and accompany the whole party to the train. The Deacon was not long in coming back. He was a good man in his way, was the Deacon. He had only one fault—he was unreasonably fond of Buttons! He adorned his apparel with more buttons than even the law requires, and he wore a nice gold headed button on his neatly tied satin scarf. Nobody could ever find out what prompted this peculiarity, but then nobody seemed to care very much. However, as I said before, the Deacon came back very quickly and helped get things in the carriage.
By the way, Deacon, said Mr. Trevellyan, what time do we start and which way do we go? You know I have left everything of that kind to you.
Four-thirty, said the Deacon, in a cheerful sort of way, and by the Michigan Central Railroad. It is the only way to go. But never mind about the advantages to be gained by going over this remarkable route. I will tell you all about it when we get on the train.