If waited on for a bill, they say, almost involuntarily, 'Call to-morrow,' even though their pockets are far from being empty.
"I once fell into this bad habit myself; but, a little incident, which I will relate, cured me.

Not many years after I had attained my majority, a poor widow named Blake did my washing and ironing.
She was the mother of two or three little children, whose sole dependance for food and raiment was on the labor of her hands.
"Punctually, every Thursday morning, Mrs.Blake appeared with my clothes, 'white as the driven snow;' but, not always, as punctually, did I pay the pittance she had earned by hard labor.
"'Mrs.Blake is down stairs,' said a servant tapping at my room door, one morning, while I was in the act of dressing myself.
"'Oh, very well,' I replied.

'Tell her to leave my clothes.

I will get them when I come down.' "The thought of paying the seventy-five cents, her due, crossed my mind.

But, I said to myself, 'It's but a small matter, and will do as well when she comes again.' "There was in this a certain reluctance to part with money.