"Drive on—drive on, I say—or we'll be too late for the Long Branch boat!"
The man did drive on, but E. E. jerked the check-string.
"Oh, husband, do oblige me just this once—I have left my longest back braid on the bureau!"
"No," says Dempster, "I'll be—"
I put my hand over Dempster's mouth.
"Dempster," says I, "if you ever want to be a Christian, this is the place to begin in, for here patience can have its perfect work."
My gentle rebuke had its effect. Dempster got out of the carriage, and once more mounted those stone steps.
By and by he came back with a long braid of hair trailing from his hand. Then he planted his foot on the carriage step with decision, and says he:
"Drive on!" which the man did.