Mr. Johnson found himself suddenly on his knees, the statue, kneeling also, holding him tightly by the shirt collar. A short, sharp injunction was issued to Deity.
"O Lord, you make this man behave; he don't know how, no way, shape, or manner. Amen!
"Now!" Pippin rose, towering seven feet high, Mr. Johnson told the scandalized landlady next day. "Let me hear another word out of you!"
Mr. Johnson remaining discreetly silent, Pippin, after glaring at him a minute, dropped his fiery crest.
"Good-night, brother!" he said meekly. "I'm sorry if I spoke harsh. Pleasant dreams to you!"
[CHAPTER XX]
THE PERPLEXITIES OF PIPPIN
I DON'T know what to do with Mary!" said Mrs. Aymer. "I am really distracted about her, Larry. I don't think she's fit to go with you to-morrow, yet I don't believe anything can stop her."