"I will leave you to judge. The Indians—there were three of them—were all intoxicated. They endeavored to steal a horse, but were discovered by a servant girl of one Enoch Winslow, who owned the horse. She locked them up in the barn until the constable could come and take them to the village jail."
"It does not sound very dramatic."
"I am no judge of what is or is not dramatic, Mrs. Jones. I merely give you the facts. Possibly you might like to represent the landing of the first settlers."
"Yes; that sounds delightful."
"It was not a delightful occasion for the settlers. It is a matter of record that on landing they were instantly attacked by mosquitoes in such large numbers that they had to beat a hasty retreat to their ship."
"Perhaps we could have that and leave out the mosquitoes,—it would be hard to have them, anyway."
"That would be impossible, madam. The modern school of history, of which I am a follower, allows the omission of no detail which makes for accuracy. Perhaps you would not be able to introduce the mosquitoes, though it might be managed. If not, I should insist that the persons representing the settlers beat their arms and hands about, and retreat to the vessel in evident distress."
"It does seem hard to find anything. I must go now. I hope you will think it over, Mr. Wigglesworth. Good morning."
These, gentlemen of the board, were the annoyances I suffered to-day. Can you do nothing to remedy this state of things?
Respectfully yours,