"
"But we sha'n't carry tobaccos," said Mr. Diggs, who aside from being
a good soul was also British.
"All the more reason why you should be THINKING of carrying 'em, isn't
it, you stupid?"
Mr. Bingle saw the opening performance of the Flanders play and went
behind the scenes afterward. He did this, he explained, so that he
could describe his sensations to Mrs. Bingle. He was introduced to all
of the players and they were so uniformly polite that he fell into a
fine fury the next morning on reading the newspaper review in which
they were described as "unintentionally adequate."
He knew as well as every one else that it would be impossible for him
to keep the children on the salary he was receiving at the bank. He
knew that the day was not far off when he would have to give them up.
His fellow bookkeepers harangued him from morning till night. They
made themselves obnoxious with their everlasting talk about being
unable to support families one-fourth the size of his; and one or two
slyly inquired whether he hadn't "salted away" a part of the Hooper
money for a perpetual spell of rainy weather.
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