At Twelve O’Clock—“Well, I’ve got to be going, for I’ve got a twelve-mile drive and it’s bitter cold to-night. I pity the poor people who have no coal on a night like this.”
A PICTORIAL SERMONETTE
On the Imaginative Man who works himself into a Passion because he thinks Some one may insult him
“I wonder if he will remember me after all these years. Maybe his prosperity has changed him so that he will pretend to forget the old school-days.”
“Well, if he tries the haughty act with me there’ll be trouble. I won’t allow any man to insult me. It would be an outrageous way to treat an old friend.”
“And I’m too proud to stand for it a minute! I’ll mop up the floor with him! I’ll show him that I’m as good as he is, even if he is rich. Confound him, I’ll leave this beastly hole rather than be humiliated that way!”