Only it just chanced that at dinner, quite late in the meal, when we had had nearly everything (we dine very simply here, Mr.
Spillikins), Mr.Newberry, who was thirsty and who wasn't really thinking what he was saying, asked Franklin to give him a glass of hock.

Franklin said at once, 'I'm very sorry, sir, I don't care to serve hock after the entree!'" "And of course he was right," said Dulphemia with emphasis.

"Exactly; he was perfectly right.

They know, you know.

We were afraid that there might be trouble, but Mr.Newberry went and saw Franklin afterwards and he behaved very well over it.