and she told him
so-and-so, whereupon the Infant Joker arose to the Emergency and said:
and then you get it, and any one who doesn't laugh is lacking in a
Finer Appreciation of Child Nature. The Busy Man listened to Frankie's
Latest and asked, "What's the Rest of it?"

So the Parent remarked to several People that day that the Man was
sinking into a crabbed Old Age.

At 10 A.M. the Man repeated "Dear Sir" and a Voice came to him,
remarking on the Beauty of the Weather. A Person who might have been
Professor of Bee-Culture in the Pike County Agricultural Seminary, so
far as make-up was concerned, took the Man by the Hand and informed
him that he (the Man) was a Prominent Citizen and that being the case
he would be given a Reduction on the Half-Morocco Edition. While doing
his 150 Words a Minute, he worked a Kellar Trick and produced a large
Prospectus from under his Coat. Before the Busy Man could grab a
Spindle and defend himself, he was looking at a half-tone Photo of
Aristotle and listening to all the different Reasons why the Work
should be in every Gentleman's Library. Then the Agent whispered the
Inside Price to him so that the Stenographer would not hear and began
to fill out a Blank. The Man summoned all his Strength and made a
Buck.

"I don't read Books," he said. "I am an Intellectual Nit. Clear Out!"

So the Agent gave him a couple of pitying Looks and departed, meeting
in the Doorway a pop-eyed Person with his Hat on the Back of his Head
and a Roll of Blue Prints under his Arm. The Man looked up and moaned.
He recognized his Visitor as a most dangerous Monomaniac--the one who
is building a House and wants to show the Plans.

"I've got everything figured out," he began, "except that we can't get
from the Dining Room to the Library without going through the Laundry
and there's no Flue connecting with the Kitchen. What do you think I'd
better do?"

"I think you ought to live at a Hotel," was the reply.

The Monomaniac went home and told his Wife that he had been insulted.

At 11.30 came a Committee of Ladies soliciting Funds for the Home for
the Friendless.

"Those who are Friendless don't know their own Luck," said the Busy
Man, whereupon the Ladies went outside and agreed that he was a Brute.

At Noon he went out and lunched on Bromo Seltzer.

When he rushed back to tackle his Correspondence, he was met by a
large Body of Walking Delegates who told him that he had employed a
non-union Man to pai