"Mother, I'm real sorry," said Sadie, shaking herself out of the great wet apron, laughing even then at the plight she was in.
"Pet, don't cry. We didn't drown after all."
"Well! Miss Sadie," Mr. Hammond said, as he met them in the hall. "What have you been up to now?"
"Why, Mr. Hammond, there's been another deluge; this time of dish-water, and Birdie and I are escaping for our lives."
"If there is one class of people in this world more disagreeable than all the rest, it is people who call themselves Christians."
This remark Mr. Harry Arnett made that same Saturday evening, as he stood on the piazza waiting for Mrs. Holland's letters. And he made it to Sadie Ried.
"Why, Harry!" she answered, in a shocked tone.
"It's a fact, Sadie. You just think a bit, and you'll see it is. They're no better nor pleasanter than other people, and all the while they think they're about right."
"What has put you into that state of mind, Harry?"
"O, some things which happened at the store to-day suggested this matter to me. Never mind that part. Isn't it so?"