"He is," said the lord of the mansion; "and he is also a very learned man. He has more than a dozen books in his office as big as the Bible, and he reads in them every day."
"Oh, my!" said Simon's angel. "No wonder he is bald! Reads all those big books! What a heap he must know!"
"Indeed, he does," said Simon. "And he has promised to make a great speech against the Canal Company, and get us a power of damages."
"How much?" inquired the angel.
"Thirty thousand dollars—not a cent less."
"Gracious goodness! thirty thousand dollars! We will be as rich as the Widow Wild almost! Indeed, my love, you must buy a nice new carriage. I don't like to ride to church on horseback and see the Widow Wild coming in her carriage."
"And I want a hobby-horse," said one of the male cherubs.
"And I want a nice new doll," said a female cherub.
"Hush, you noisy brats!" said the angel. And she slapped the male cherub on the side of the face, and in the operation overturned her cup, and spilt the hot coffee on the female cherub's head. The two cherubs tried the strength of their lungs; and Simon Rump arose from the table, and, putting on his hat, opened the door to go forth and talk with his lawyer about the big case.
The angel followed Simon to the porch and said,—