“Sesrain. Donbleevetho. Funthingthiswethernevkintellwossgunnado.”
“Thasright!”
President Eliot of Harvard recently visited a hotel in New York, and when he left the dining-room the colored man in charge of the hats picked up his tile without hesitation and handed it to him.
“How did you know that was my hat when you have a hundred there?” asked Mr. Eliot.
“I didn’t know it, sah,” said the negro.
“Didn’t know it was mine? Then why did you give it to me?”
“Because you gave it to me, sah.”
“How small have you felt?” she asked anxiously.