“He’s the man that cleans the rooms.”
Mr. Knox looked sternly at the boy and said: “See here, Richard, we call men by their first names here. We don’t ‘mister’ them in this office. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” And the boy retired.
In a few minutes he reappeared and in a shrill, piping voice announced:
“There’s a gentleman that wants to see you, Philander.”
A Scottish parson, still on the under side of forty, was driving home from an outlying hamlet when he overtook a young woman. He recognized her as the maid of all work at a farm which he would pass, so he pulled up and offered her a lift. Mary gladly accepted his offer and they chatted pleasantly all the way to the farm gate.
“Thank you, sir,” she said as she got down.
“Don’t mention it, Mary. Don’t mention it,” he told her politely.