“I thank thee,” said the tramp.
The Quakers are always polite,” said the bookkeeper. “They are good pay, too, and never give any trouble. I wish we had more of them stop here.”
“If all your customers were of that description, your bar wouldn’t pay very well.”
“That is true.”
But later in the evening the speaker was obliged to change his opinion.
The Quaker came to the bar and asked:
“Will thee give me a glass of brandy?”
“Sir!” said the barkeeper, astounded.
A glass of brandy!” repeated Rudolph, irritably.
I beg pardon, sir, but I was surprised. I did not know that gentlemen of your faith ever drank liquor.”