The Dilemma of Matty the Goat
“God bless all here,” said Padna, as he pushed open the half-door, and saw Micus sitting by the fireside, reading the newspaper.
“And you too,” said Micus, as he turned around and beheld his old friend.
“’Tis a cold night,” said Padna.
“A blighting night surely,” said Micus. “The wind is coming from the southwest, and we will have rain before morning.”
“Indeed we will, as sure as there are fools in Paris,” said Padna.
“Why don’t you come in?” asked Micus. “Surely you know your way to the hearth?”
“If I don’t, I ought,” said Padna, as he walked in, closed the door, and occupied a vacant chair beside Micus.
“What brought you out to-night, at all?” said Micus.
“Wisha, nothing in particular, except that I have a story to tell you,” replied Padna.