Don't you think it is a good thought?
We will, of course, make him a present of the garment." My eyes drooped to the table, and I felt the blood crimsoning my face.

For a moment or two I remained silent, and then answered-- "I'm sorry you didn't think of this before; but it's too late now." "Too late! Why ?" enquired my husband.
"I sold the coat this afternoon," was my reply.
"Sold it!" "Yes.

A man came along with some handsome china ornaments, and I sold the coat for a pair of vases to set on our mantle-pieces." There was an instant change in my husband's face.

He disapproved of what I had done; and, though he uttered no condemning words, his countenance gave too clear an index to his feelings.
"The coat would have done poor Mr.Bryan a great deal more good than the vases will ever do Jane," spoke up aunt Rachel, with less regard for my feelings than was manifested by my husband.

"I don't think," she continued, "that any body ought to sell old clothes for either money or nicknackeries to put on the mantle-pieces.