ALWAYS busy and always singing at your work; you are the happiest man I know." This was said by the customer of an industrious hatter named Parker, as he entered his shop.
MR. PARKER AND HIS RICH CUSTOMER.
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"I should not call the world a very happy one, were I the happiest man it contains," replied the hatter, pausing in his work and turning his contented-looking face toward the individual who had addressed him. "I think I should gain something by an exchange with you."
"Why do you think so?"
"You have enough to live upon, and are not compelled to work early and late, as I am."
"I am not so very sure that you would be the gainer. One thing is certain, I never sing at my work."
"Your work? What work have you to do?"
"Oh, I'm always busy."
"Doing what?"