Mrs. Pohunk (feebly)—“I guess, Josiah, he hasn’t looked on this side of the boat lately or he’d know better.”
When the minister, who was a bachelor, had been helped to Mrs. Porter’s biscuits for the third time, he looked across the table at Rhoda, staring at him with round, wondering eyes.
“I don’t often have such a good supper as this, my dear,” he said, in his most propitiatory tone, and Rhoda’s face dimpled.
“We don’t, always,” she said, in her clear little voice. “I’m awful glad you came.”
The late Charles Matthews now and then failed, like some of the rest of us, in meeting his bills as promptly as the tradespeople concerned could desire.
On one occasion a brisk young tailor, named Berry, lately succeeded to his father’s business, sent in his account somewhat ahead of time.
Whereupon Matthews, with virtuous rage, seized his pen and wrote him the following note: