"Why, he always tries to sneak into church by the side door," was the disgusted reply.
I assure you I had reason to believe that man's home did not have much attraction for him.
Between New York and Philadelphia I ran across an old acquaintance, seated with a stranger who appeared to have a great affection for him.
He kept an arm on the seat back of my old friend Reginald, and every now and then spoke to him soothingly.
I was surprised at the change in Reginald.
There was an excited look in his face, and his eyes rolled restlessly, but he knew me and shook hands.
"Why I haven't seen you for several weeks! How's your health?" I asked.
"Poorly; every little thing-thong seems to affect me lately. Well, at any rate, you are looking like a king-kong."
"Feeling that way, except for a slight touch of spring fever," I replied.