“Here, boy,” he called to a negro bellboy, “run up to 48 and see if I left a box on the bureau. And be quick about it, will you?”
The boy rushed up the stairs. The ten minutes dwindled to seven and the railroad man paced the office. At length the boy appeared.
“Yas, suh,” he panted breathlessly. “Yas, suh, yo’ left it, suh!”
A Boston minister tells of a little girl friend of his who, one day, proudly displayed for his admiration a candy cat.
“Are you going to eat it?” the minister asked.
“No, sir; it’s too pretty to eat. I’m going to keep it,” the little girl replied, as she stroked it with a moist little hand.
Several days later the minister saw her again, and inquired about the cat.
A regretful look came into her eyes.