A terrible day for this time of the year.

 

T'would make a Saint Anthony fret."

T'would make a Saint Anthony fret."

 

      "I beg your pardon—I didn't quite hear."

      (Then louder) "I say is there sheltering near"

 

But the post was as dumb as Death.

But the post was as dumb as Death.

      "What can't you answer a question pray

      You will not—No—Then I'll say good-day."

      And flirting his tail he walked away.

      "You'r a fool." (this under his breath.)

 

 

L'ENVOY

L'ENVOY

 

      The moral that this story traces

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