Jimson some buttermilk. I see he is very thirsty."

Mr. Jimson was an exceedingly happy man. He
had pumpkin pie, and cold ham, and chicken, in



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addition to the other dishes he liked, and to wind
up with, a cup of hot tea.
" This is first-class tea,'* he said, abruptly.
" It came from China," said Grandma, " a present
from a Chinese official to my late husband. I w^ill
show you some of the stalks with the leaves on
them.".
" Well, you look pretty cozy here," said the
Mayor, after he had finished his meal, and sat gaz-
ing out on the river. " I wish I could stay, but
Fve got a meeting."

" Come some other time," said Grandma, gra-
ciously.
" I'd like to," he said, abruptly. " I rarely go
out, unless it's to a big dinner which I hate, and
sometimes you get tired of your own house —
though I've got a good mother and sisters," he
added, hastily.
