“Don’t laugh, mama: that’s awful.”
“I’m a terror, I be,” announced the new arrival in Frozen Dog to one of the men behind the bar.
“Be ye?”
“Take three men to handle me, once I get started,” he went on.
“Oh, well,” he remarked, as he arose painfully and dusted off his clothes, “of course, if ye’re short-handed, I suppose two kin do it on a pinch.”
David B. Hill, former Governor of and Senator from New York, has a secluded hatter somewhere in the State who makes his high hats after elaborate plans drawn by Mr. Hill many years ago, and not changed since.