“And that your feet bled in marching over the frozen ground?”
“That they did,” cried the exultant candidate.
“Then I’ll be darned if you hain’t done enough for your country. Go home and rest. I’ll vote for the other fellow.”
Mrs. L—— had often told Mamie, her four-year-old daughter, that she was never alone, because God was always with her. One day Mrs. L—— was called from the room and left Mamie for a longer time than she expected. When she came back she said pityingly: “Why, Mamie, have you been here alone all the time? I thought some one would come in.” “Oh, I haven’t been alone, mamma,” Mamie answered, “because God has been with me; but,” she added, gravely, “he’s dretful poor company.”