“Why do you stand there? What is it you are waiting for?” the lady asked, at last struck by his manner. “Your difficulties are all straightened now.”
“Nay,” said good Joching doubtfully, “this is but one; the tart alone cost three.”
Fritz Reuter.
THE HIGHER ALTRUISM.
“GOOD morning to you, apothecary. Tell me now, do you know of aught that’s good for headache day?”
“SMELL OF THIS BOTTLE AS HARD AS E’ER YOU CAN.”
“My lad, it is a sore complaint that; one of the worst of ills that flesh is heir to. Well, sit you down a bit. Are you from the manor?”
“Yes, sir; I’m one of the farm-servants there.”
“And do the headache days come often?”