Jones—“They tell me that unfortunately he is very bellicose.”
Smith—“Dear me! You surprise me! I always understood he was rather tall and slim.”
“I will be your valentine,” said the young man.
A shadow passed across the fair face of the girl. “I was so in hopes that I would not get any comics this year,” she said.
One of the favorite stories of Mayor Collins of Boston was about a man who, accompanied by his little boy, had occasion to cross a lot where a good-sized goat was feeding.
The father was a Christian Scientist and always carried a copy of Mrs. Eddy’s works in his pocket. As they approached the goat the boy showed fear, whereat his father told him to think it not possible for the animal to harm them, but the boy, remembering a previous encounter with a goat, in which he came out second best, did not grow any braver.
“Papa, you’re a Christian Scientist, all right,” he said, “and so am I; but the goat doesn’t know it.”