The widow sat down and cried.
“The idea of your coming here and insulting me,” she sobbed. “If my husband had lived you would not have done it. Your remarks in reference to the poor dead man have been a series of insults, and I won’t stand it.”
He colored, and looked dumfounded.
“Ain’t you Mrs. Blinkers?” at last he stammered, “and has not your gray horse just died?”
“No! no!” she cried. “I never owned a horse, but my husband died a week ago.”
Ten minutes later that minister came out of that house with the reddest face ever seen on mortal man.
“And to think,” he groaned, as he strode home, “that I was talking horse to that woman all the time—and she was talking husband.”
THE DUEL.
Imitate the “bow-wow” of the dog and the “me-ow” of the cat: at least, so deliver the words as to convey the idea of the barking and the mewing.