Yes, sir. And he hurried away to the kitchen.
In two minutes he came back once more, leaned confidently and penitently
over the table and said—
We had a bad accident this morning, sir, an’ the limitator got busted
off, right at the handle. Will you take them fried, same as this
gentleman?
* * * * *
J. M. Carter, the well known architect of New York, once went into the
country to look at an opera-house that was to be enlarged and altered.
The owner of the place stood on the stage, and Carter walked about the
auditorium. We talked in loud tones, but though I was only half way back
I could hardly hear the man.
The acoustics are bad here. Let’s go outside, I shouted finally.
What? said the owner.
The acoustics, I repeated, are bad.
The acoustics?
Yes.
Well, what about them?