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all card. "Oh, daddy, where did you get it?" cried Maizie. "From Raymond Cunningham, leading druggist," he announced slowly. "His soda fountain was out of order and I fixed it for him. I didn't want money for a small act of kindness, so he issued this ticket to me." The children were delighted. Mrs. Procter smiled too. In generosity of spirit, she forbore to point out to her husband the fact that Raymond Cunningham was known from one end of the town to the other as one who would "skin a gnat for its teeth." Without doubt the man now beaming upon his little daughters had saved the druggist a bill of ten dollars for which he had issued a ticket worth sixty cents! But she simply smiled, and going to her husband she brushed an imaginary dust speck from his coat. He caught her hand. "Wait, Dear One, till the invention is ready," he said; "all shall give homage to my wife." She did not answer him in words, but he seemed satisfied with the silence. Such moments of love, of high hope, were beautiful to both. The little group started away for their trip to town. Just as they reached the drug store, Suzanna pulled her father's sleeve. She was all excitement. "See, daddy," she cried, "that tall lady dressed in black standing near the lamp post is Miss Smithson, my new teacher." "Well, let's go and say a word to her," suggested Mr. Procter, easily. "Oh, father, I don't think she talks outside of school," said Suzanna, her voice falling. She fell into prim step as they neared Miss Smithson. Miss Smithson, seeing Suzanna, smiled. "This is my father," said Suzanna proudly. "I should know that at once by the close resemblance," returned Miss Smithson. "Yes, Suzanna and I do look alike," said Mr. Procter, "and I think I've sold tacks to you." He rarely failed to speak of his work. He was so exalted a being, Suzanna thought glowingly, that he lifted his daily labor to the dignity of a fine art. People must think so too, because they always looked closer at him when he spoke of weighing nails, or wrapping wringers and washboards. "We were going on to the drug store for some ice cream. Will you join us?" asked Mr. Procter of Miss Smithson. Suzanna's face went white as she waited Miss Smithson's answer. Teachers, being purely ethereal she felt, never descended to the discussion of materialities. She wondered at her father's overlooking this truth. But, "Thank you," said the teacher, very calmly.
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