P.D.also stands for Printer's Devil." "I see.

Well, joking aside, I advise you to improve yourself in writing." "I will.

That is the way Franklin did." "I remember.

He wrote an article, and slipped it under the door of the printing office, not caring to have it known that he was the author." "Shall I give you a piece of pie, Mr.Walton ?" said Mrs.Ferguson.
"Thank you.".
"Me too," said Willie, extending his plate.
"Willie is always fond of pie," said his father, "In a printing office _pi_ is not such a favorite." When supper was over, Mr.Ferguson showed Harry a small collection of books, about twenty-five in number, neatly arranged on shelves.
"It isn't much of a library," he said, "but a few books are better than none.

I should like to buy as many every year; but books are expensive, and the outlay would make too great an inroad upon my small surplus." "I always thought I should like a library," said Harry, "but my father is very poor, and has fewer books than you.