A TIME FOR EVERYTHING.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 30, Issue 19, 8 March 1918, Page 2

A TIME FOR EVERYTHING.

An itinerant preacher stopped for refreshment at a country house, and, among other things he was served with apple pie. It was not a good pie. The crust was heavy and sour and the apples were hard, but the good man praised it earnestly. The woman of the house knew that she had bad luck with the baking, and as she was really an excellent cook, she determined that the next time that preacher came her way he should have a pie that was faultless. He told her when he was to return, and on that day she set before him an apple pie that was perfectly delicious. He ate it, but to her astonishment vouchsafed not a word oi commendation. That was more than she could stand.

“When yen were here before,’’ she said, “you ate an apple-pie that wasn’t more than half-baked, and yet you praised it to the skies. Now yon have eaten a P*ie that no one need be ashamed of, but you haven’t a word to say in its favour. I 'can’t understand it.”

“My good woman,” said the preacher, “that pie you served me a few days ago was sadly in need of praise, and I did my full duty in that direction ; but this fine pie; bless your heart, does not require any eulogy.”