A Small Joke


MR. DALE, who it would appear was a short stout man, had a person in his

employment named Matthew, who was permitted that familiarity with his

master which was so characteristic of the former generation. One winter

day, Mr. Dale came into the counting-house, and complained that he had

fallen on the ice. Matthew, who saw that his master was not much hurt,

grinned a sarcastic smile. I fell all my length, said Mr. Dale. Nae

great length, sir, said Matthew. Indeed, Matthew, ye need not laugh,

said Mr. Dale, I have hurt the sma' of my back.--I wunner whaur

that is, said Matthew.



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