Shopping over, she took dinner with an ancient friend, and afterwards called upon the doctor and the minister.

The post-office came next in order, and then the blacksmith, for one of her four sleepy coach horses had cast a shoe.
The fault remedied, she looked at her watch.

"Half-past three.

Stop at the green door, Gabriel." Coach and four made a wide turn, swung drowsily down the main street, and drew up before a one-story brick building with a green door and a black lettered sign above, "Lewis Rand, Attorney-at-Law." Mrs.Selden, putting her head out of the window, directed a small negro, lounging near, to raise the knocker below the sign; but before she could be obeyed, the door opened and Rand himself came quickly down the steps.
"Come, come!" he said; "I knew it was your day in town, and I was wondering if you were going by without a word." "Don't I always stop?
A habit is a habit.

We are all miserable sinners, and the world can't get on without lawyers.