“Wait a minute, Fred; I want to try on this vest; and then I have something to say to you.”
“Need I take off my jacket, mother? I’ve tried it on so many times.”
“Yes, dear, I’ve had to alter it a little. Stand still; I can’t pin it while you are jerking your head so continually.”
“It hurts, ma. I can’t bear to try on clothes,” he said, impatiently. “I had rather wear my old ones than to have to keep changing so many times.”
While Fred was buttoning his jacket again, Mrs. Carleton asked, earnestly,—
“Did you say your prayer this morning?”
“No, ma’am, I forgot it.”
“Do you often forget?”
“A good many times I do in the morning, because I hear the chickens calling for their dough.”
“But you don’t forget to eat your breakfast.”