THE GROCER
I. The Old-time Grocer
“Wallace, light another candle, please. I cannot see very well,” said Mr. Duwell as he sat smiling at the head of the dining table, with carving knife lifted ready to carve the roast.
Wallace turned on another electric light, and everybody laughed.
“That’s a good guess, son,” said his mother. “On my grandfather’s farm they always burned candles, and grandmother made them herself.”
“Made them herself!” exclaimed Ruth.