BAILIE—"What a peety! Aa wanted ye to take dinner wi'us on Saturday."
A Quaker had gotten himself into trouble with the authorities and the sheriff called to escort him to the lock-up.
"Is your husband in?" he inquired of the good wife who came to the door.
"My husband will see thee," she replied. "Come in."
The sheriff entered, was bidden to make himself at home, and was hospitably entertained for half an hour, but no husband appeared. At last the sheriff grew impatient.
"Look here," said he, "I thought you said your husband would see me."
"He has seen thee," was the calm reply, "but he did not like thy looks and has gone another way."
"My wife thinks we run a hospitable house. What's your notion of a hospitable house?"