ked to his wife after reading the
letter to her:

"Alvin has never caused us an hour of anxiety. He would not ask these
things without good reason. I shall give orders when I go to the office
that everything he wishes shall be done."

"That was rather nice on the part of Mr. Haynes to say what he did of
you, Gideon."

"Yes, Franklin hasn't anything mean in his nature."

"Don't you think it a pity that while his boy and ours are so fond of
each other their fathers are not on speaking terms?"

"Perhaps so, but there must always be two persons to a quarrel."

"And you are one of them in this case. I mean to call on Sophia this very
day."

"Haynes flew up before he had time to understand all the facts in that
little affair of ours. If he had waited he would have found that he had
no cause for grievance."

"Suppose you call on him."

The banker shook his head.

"That is asking too much; it would be humiliating."

Now when a sensible wife makes up her mind that her husband shall do a
certain thing, and when that husband wishes to do it, but allows a false
pride to hold him back, you may make up your mind that the aforesaid
thing will be done with no unnecessary delay.

So it was that Gideon Landon went to Franklin Haynes and they had not
talked ten minutes when the cloud between them vanished. Friendship and
full trust were restored and can never be broken again. It was another
illustration of the good that often flows from small deeds and even
smaller words.

(Mike Murphy's letter to Mrs. McCaffry.)

"MY DEAR AUNT MAGGIE:

"I'm thinking that about the time this luv letter raiches ye, an
insthrumint will do the same, which the name is peeanoler, or
something like that. I beg ye to accipt the thrifle as a prisent
from Captain Landon, Second Mate Haynes and First Mate mesilf. I
know Misther Noxon would crack his heels togither fur the chance of
j'ining wid us, but he forgot to lave his card and I suspict he's
sailed for Europe not to be back fur fifteen or twinty years, as
was the case wid me great uncle whin he sailed for Botny Bay.

"The peagnoluh--I'm thrying all ways of spelling the name of the
blamed thing so as to get the same right wunst any way--is played
wid the feet. You slide the sheet wid the holes punched into 'em
into the wrack over the keeze and then wurrk the feet up and down
like yer husband Tana used to do at home in the treadmill.

"Don't try to sing along