"Yes, sir,’* said Philip, "I've come to the conclusion that I amount to something after all. There have been times when I was disposed to believe that I was a mere' cipher in the world, but 1 can never have so small an opinion of myself again.’’ ‘‘What has raised this sudden change in your estimation ot yourself?” "X have just been talking to a man who wants my vote.’’ “Wretch,” exclaimed the wife. “Show me that letter." "What letter?” replied the innocent-looking husband. “The one in your hand. It’s from a woman. 1 oari see by the writing, and yon turned pale when you saw it.’’ "Yes. Here it i a. It’s yorur dressmaker’s bill.’ ’ The distracted mother hastened to the nursery and said to her little daughter—- " Minnie, what do you mean by shouting and screaming? Play quietly, like Tommy. See, he doesn’t make a sound.” "Of course he doesn’t.” said the little irl. "That is our game. He is papa coming home late, and I am yon.”
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New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 8734, 16 May 1914, Page 14
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