Last Spring I was in the boot-blacking emporium in the village one afternoon and Horace came in to get his shoes shined.

There--" "Who is Horace!" asked Clint dejectedly.
"Mr.Daley; modern languages; you have him in French.

Well, there was a notice stuck on the wall across the place.

It was in Greek and I couldn't make anything out of it at all and I asked Horace what it said.
Of course he just read it right off, with a mere passing glance; did he not?
Yes, he did not! He hemmed and hawed and muttered and finally said he couldn't make out the second word.

I told him that was my trouble, too.