The nightcap just slipped down on his head, as if it had been put on, and the frill stood out around his face and the string hung down his back.

But he never noticed it, because his thoughts were far away, and he walked up the church aisle and into the pulpit, like that.

One of his elders had to tiptoe up and tell him what he had on his head.

He plucked it off in a dazed fashion, held it up, and looked at it.

'Bless me, it is Sally's nightcap!' he exclaimed mildly.
'I do not know how I could have got it on.' Then he just stuffed it into his pocket calmly and went on with the service, and the long strings of the nightcap hung down out of his pocket all the time." "It seems to me," said Peter, amid the laughter with which we greeted the tale, "that a funny story is funnier when it is about a minister than it is about any other man.