There are muffins, and you know they won't improve with keeping." They all went to the dining-room, and I followed them.

On the way, Mr.
Wood said, "Right on top of that talk of yours, Harry, I've got to tell you of another person who is going to Boston to live." "Who is it ?" said Mr.Harry.
"Lazy Dan Wilson.

I've been to see him this afternoon.

You know his wife is sick, and they're half starved.

He says he is going to the city, for he hates to chop wood and work, and he thinks maybe he'll get some light job there." Mr.Harry looked grave, and Mr.Maxwell said, "He will starve, that's what he will do." "Precisely," said Mr.Wood, spreading out his hard, brown hands, as he sat down at the table.