Roll after roll of blankets did he patiently take down and
show to her; nothing suited.
For some fifteen minutes this mock sale went on, then the young woman
said condescendingly, "Well, I don't intend to buy. I was just
looking for a friend."
"Wait a moment, madam," cried the clerk. "There is one more blanket
left on the shelf. Maybe you will find your friend in it."
_Murder Will Out_
The newly-graduated daughter who had decided to become an artist had
returned to her Boston home. "I am glad that your mind has taken a
turn toward art, for you know that more is expected of you now than
if you lived in Chicago," said her proud parent.
"Yes, Father," she replied dutifully, with downcast eyes.
"And I hope that you will distinguish yourself in more than one way."
"Yes, Father."
"I particularly desire that you become noted as an essayist also,"
continued the ambitious parent.
"Yes, Father," was the still modest reply.
"I have spared neither pains nor expense in your education thus far,
but notwithstanding this immense outlay of time and money, if you can
think of anything which you believe will add to your equipment for
the career which you are about to begin--if you can suggest some
other way of refining your taste, please do so.
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