[AN OBLIGING TRAVELLER.]
There has been a great deal of complaint both in London and New York of the way in which a certain class of shopkeepers try to force their wares upon passers-by. One man, a traveller, has managed to get the better of one of these shopmen, a clothing-dealer, who had a way of almost dragging people into his place. One day shortly after his arrival in London the traveller stopped for a moment to examine a coat hanging in front of a clothing establishment, when the shopman rushed out and asked, "Wouldn't you try on some coats?"
"I don't know but I would," responded the traveller, consulting his watch. "I've got some time to spare. Yes." And he went in and began to work. No matter how often he found his fit, he called for more coats, and after he had tried on thirty he looked at his watch again, resumed his own garment, and walked off, saying:
"I won't charge anything for what I've done. I believe in a man who'll oblige another when he can do it. If I'm ever this way again, and you've got any coats to try on, I'll do all I can to help you!"
What the shopkeeper said we are not told, but it is not hard to imagine what he thought.
The other evening Toddletums called his papa to tell him that he couldn't get to sleep for the mosquitoes.
"Never mind, Toddle; just put your head under the clothes, where they can't get at you."
Toddletums did so, but in a little while he peered from under the clothing. A firefly happening along at the moment set him yelling: