"Or cider, or beer, or anything of the sort."
"Do tell me why."
"It does so much mischief."
"Among low people," said Miss Caruthers, opening her eyes; "but not among respectable people."
"We are willing to hinder mischief anywhere," said Lois with a smile of some fun.
"But what good does your not drinking it do? That will not hinder them."
"It does hinder them, though," said Lois; "for we will not have liquor shops. And so, we have no crime in the town. We could leave our doors unlocked, with perfect safety, if it were not for the people that come wandering through from the next towns, where liquor is sold. We have no crime, and no poverty; or next to none."
"Bless me! what an agreeable state of things! But that need not hinder your taking a glass of champagne here? Everybody here has no scruple, and there are liquor shops at every corner; there is no use in setting an example."
But Lois declined the wine.
"A cup of coffee then?"