"Mr. Jefferson," he said, "I have come to ask your pardon. You were
so bespattered with mud that I thought you were some old farmer. If
you'll come back to my house, you shall have the best room in it--yes,
all the rooms if you wish. Won't you come?"
"No," answered Mr. Jefferson. "A farmer is as good as any other man;
and where there's no room for a farmer, there can be no room for me."
A LESSON IN MANNERS
One morning there was a loud knock at Dean Swift's door. The servant
opened it. A man who was outside handed her a fine duck that had lately
been killed, and said,--"Here's a present for the Dean. It's from Mr.
Boyle."
Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
A few days afterward the man came again. This time he brought a
partridge. "Here's another bird from Mr. Boyle."
Now, Mr. Boyle was a sporting neighbor who spent a good deal of time
in shooting. He was a great admirer of Dean Swift, and took pleasure
in sending him presents of game.
The third time, the man brought a quail. "Here's something else for
the Dean," he said roughly, and tossed it into the servant's arms.
The servant complained to her master.
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