Sister Perkins, won't you relate your experience?"
After listening to this for a few moments the mother heard the girl say:
"Now, Polly, you pass the collection plate, and no one must put in
lozengers, and then we will all go to the dancing school."
The whole thing was so ridiculous that the mother attempted to rush down
stairs three at a time, to have her husband come up to the prayer meeting,
when she stubbed herself on a stair rod, and--well, she got the black eye
on the journey down stairs, though what hit her she will probably never
know. But she said when she began to roll down stairs she felt in her
innermost soul as though she had broke up that prayer meeting prematurely.
THE DOG LAW.
The dog law is as foolish as the anti-treating law, and if it were not
enforced, no harm would be done. Our legislators have to pass about so
many laws anyway, and we should use our judgment about enforcing them.
LUNCH ON THE CARS.
There is nothing that so gives a man away as to open a satchel and take
out a lunch. I have been riding on the cars and have made the acquaintance
of people who would listen to my stories, and take in every word as gospel
truth. They would seem to hang on my words with pleasure, and be
apparently glad they had become acquainted with one who combined so many
graces of mind and person, and they would gather around so as not to miss
a single lie that I might tell.
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