One day he went to a hosiery store, and said to the man, ‘I bought a pair of stockings here yesterday.
They looked very nice; but when I got home, I found two large holes in them; and I have come for another pair.
The man summoned his wife, and informed her of what the gentleman had said.’
Is it possible, sir?’
‘Yes,’ replied Friend Hopper
, ‘I found they had holes as large as my hand.’
‘It is very strange,’ rejoined she; ‘for I am sure they were new. But if you have brought them back, of course we will change them.’
‘O,’ said he, ‘upon examination, I concluded that the big holes were made to put the feet in; and I liked the stockings so well, that I have come to buy another pair.’
At another time, he entered a crockery shop, where a young girl was tending.
He made up a very sorrowful face, and in whining tones, told her that he was in trouble and needed help.
She asked him to wait till the gentleman came; but he continued to beseech that she would take compassion on him. The girl began to be frightened by his importunity, and looked anxiously toward the door.
At last, the man of the shop came in; and Friend Hopper
said, ‘This young woman thinks she cannot help me out of my trouble; but I think she can. The fact is, we are going to have company, and so ’