NEIGHBORS
"But I don't know you, madam," the bank cashier said to the woman who had presented a check.
The woman, however, instead of saying haughtily, "I do not wish your acquaintance, sir," merely replied, with an engaging smile:
"Oh, yes, you do, I think. I'm the 'red-headed old virago' next door to you, whose scoundrelly little boys are always reaching through the fence and picking your flowers. When you started for town this morning your wife said: 'Now, Henry, if you want a dinner fit to eat this evening you'll have to leave me a little money. I can't keep this house on plain water and sixpence a day.'"
Christianity teaches us to love our neighbor as ourself; modern society acknowledges no neighbor.—Beaconsfield.
"I'm quite a near neighbor of yours now," said Mr. Bore.
"I'm living just across the river."
"Indeed," replied Miss Smart. "I hope you'll drop in some day."