I thank you.

My--my friend thanks you, Gifford.

He will act upon this at once; he is forever indebted to you, sir." It was all so solemn that Gifford's gravity lasted until the little gentleman had disappeared through the hedge, and was far down the road; then he hid his face in the grass, and laughed aloud.
But Mr.Denner was happy.

He fairly beamed as he walked along, repeating the proverb to himself.

"Yes," he said, "nothing could be better--nothing.