laugh.

"An editor should be able to think of two things at once," Miss Warren
remarked, in a low aside.

"That depends on the subject of his thoughts. But don't breathe that
word here, or I'm undone."

"Richard Morton," said Mr. Yocomb, "I hope thee feels the better for
mother's ministrations since we came home. Will thee pass thy plate
for some more of the same kind?"

"Mrs. Yocomb has done me good ever since I followed her into the
meeting-house," I replied. "I am indeed the better for her dinner, and
I ought to be. I feared you would all be aghast at the havoc I made.
But it is your kindness and hospitality that have done me the most
good, i would not have believed yesterday afternoon that my fortunes
could have taken so favorable a turn."

"Why, what was the matter with you then?" asked Adah, with wide-eyed
curiosity; and little Zillah looked at me with a pitying and puzzled
glance.

"A common complaint in the city. I was committing suicide, and
yesterday became conscious of the fact."

"Mr. Morton must have hit on an agreeable method of suicide, since he
could commit it unconsciously," Miss Warren remarked mischievously. "I
read in Emily Warren's newspaper this afternoon," said Silas Jones,
with awkward malice, "of a young fellow who got a girl to marry him by