"Um-hm!" I thought; "Charlotte Oliver, eh?" I responded tartly that I had that very morning met four ladies the poetry of whose actual, visible loveliness had abundantly illustrated to me the needlessness and impertinence of fiction! By the way, did he not think feminine beauty was always in its ripest perfection at eighteen?
Such a scolding as I had before church from{54} my housekeeper, he said, because I didnt eat the buttered scones she sent me up for tea. I know some one who would have polished them off, eh, John?Well, you felt right. Were together, my dear.
THREE:Once upon a time, he said, there was a young lady of such a modest disposition that though she had a Sunday School and a boys class, and made a beautiful, beautiful, altar-clothOh, Helper, he broke off, we had your altar-cloth in use for the first time last Sunday, and you not there to see how smart it looked.{202}MEN TOWING BOATS NEAR OSAKA. MEN TOWING BOATS NEAR OSAKA.
SAYONARA. "SAYONARA.""Oh, hang him and the horse! you've told me that three times; what of it?" "My Dear Friends:Order it for me, please. The man could draw, couldnt he? Look at the design of embroidery on the coat of that fellow kneeling there. Theres nothing messy about that. But it doesnt seem much of a poem as far as I can judge. Not my idea of poetry; theres more poetry in the prose of the Morte dArthur. Take a cigarette and make yourself comfortable.That was another of the ways in which he made religious matters real to many of his congregation. He used the phraseology, even the slang, of ordinary life about them, speaking of such a ripping prayer or such a jolly celebration.
