Niobe MacGonigal (on extreme left): “If he on’y knowed w’ot a wretched night I passed I wonder if he’d let me took back dem words I spoke?”
INGRATITUDE.
Pythias: “Come along, Damon. She ain’t worth a second thought!”
Damon: “To think she should treat me like this! Why, I started her in business; I stole that basket for her w’ot she goes a-beggin’ with.”
Pythias (with disgust): “Bah! Wimmin is ingrates; they make me tired!”
AN APPEAL.
“Maud Percy Sidney, listen to me. Me an’ my child is desolate since you have took from us our purtector an’ surport. If my words cannot move you, let the wasted form of this poor child melt your heart, if it be not made of adamank or cast iron.”
