"I knew long that Mr.Jonathan was a man of much thankfulness, but see, his wife have all the good things.

And will you not so much honour me and so help me as to read it for me?
Alas! I know not the shorthand." By this time my little joke was over, and I was almost ashamed.

So I took the typewritten copy from my work basket and handed it to him.
"Forgive me," I said.

"I could not help it, but I had been thinking that it was of dear Lucy that you wished to ask, and so that you might not have time to wait, not on my account, but because I know your time must be precious, I have written it out on the typewriter for you." He took it and his eyes glistened.

"You are so good," he said.