When I am insulted, I resent it." To be chaffed by his own uncle when under sentence of a court-martial had not been agreeable, but this admonition was unendurable.

He entered the shop.
"Well, I never," exclaimed the preacher, as John went by him.
The barber was laughing.

"Set down, Mr.John." "I suppose the whole of Westways knows it, Mr.Josiah ?" "They do, sir.

Wish I'd seen it." "Damn!" exclaimed John, swearing for the first time in his life.

"Cut my hair short, please, and don't talk." "No, sir.