"Well, George," asked the man of law, when the waiter was shown in, "what can I do for you? In trouble?"
"No, sir, not exactly that; but I've got a chance of a good job at the Hotel Splendide, and I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to write me a testimonial, saying I'm a good waiter, and honest, and so forth, sir?"
"Well, George, of course I know you're a good waiter, but I don't know anything else about you. How do I know, for example, that you're honest?"
"Oh, well, I am, sir! You'll be quite safe in saying that."
"Very good. I'll write it, then."
"Thank you very much indeed, sir! And if at any time you come to the Splendide and want a good lunch or dinner, be sure to come to my tables, and I'll make you out a bill at half-price."
Aye, sir: to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man pick'd out of two thousand.—Shakespeare.
Two piles of apples lay on the ground. One contained a large-sized and rosy selection; the fruit of the other was green and small.