Pressed for work—cider.
Never out of print—the calico counter.
"Is this a fire insurance office?"
"Yes, sir; can we write you some insurance?"
"Perhaps you can. You see, my employer threatens to fire me next Saturday, and I'd like some protection."
"We should never complain, whatever may befall us," said the minister. "The moment we grow dissatisfied we become unhappy."
"Do you really think so?" she sighed.
"Yes," returned the good man; "the first woman who complained of her Lot, was turned into a pillar of salt."