Chapter Fifteen.
In which is proved the truth of the proverb “When your own house is made of glass, you never should be the first to throw stones.”
One evening, when I went to the shop of the widow St. Felix to purchase some tobacco for my father, she said, “Why don’t your father come himself, Jack? I want to make his acquaintance, and see how he looks without his pigtail.”
“Why, you never saw him when he had it on,” replied I.
“No, that’s the truth; but still I wish to have a sight of him: the fact is, I want to laugh at him.”
“Very well, I’ll bring him here; but, recollect, it’s a very sore subject with him,” replied I, “and that you may have a sharp answer.”
“That I’ll take my chance of, Jack,” replied the widow, laughing. In consequence of this intimation, one evening when my father was walking in the hospital, I persuaded him to call at the shop.
“This is my father, Mrs St. Felix,” said I.
“Most happy to see him. What shall I have the pleasure of assisting you to, Mr Saunders?” said the widow.
“My sarvice to you, marm,—if you please, to two penn’orth of pigtail and a paper of shorts.”