Horatio Alger

“ Clifton. "Why can't we go to, Mr. Clifton?"
"Why, to tell the plain truth," said her husdand, "I haven't got money enough with me. If you'll pay for the carriage, I'm willing to go."
Mrs. Clifton hesitated. She had money enough with her, but was not inclined to spend it. Still the prospect of making a joint excursion with Richard Hunter and Fosdick was attractive, and she inquired:--
"How much will it cost?"
"About five dollars probably."
"Then I think we'll go," she said, "that is, if our company would not be disagreeable to Mr. Hunter."
"On the contrary," said Dick. ”

“ Towards the close of May there was a general holiday, occasioned by the arrival of a distinguished stranger in the city. All the stores were to be closed, there was to be a turnout of the military, and a long procession. Among those released from duty were our three friends, Fosdick, Richard Hunter, and his ward Mark.
"Well, Dick, what are you going to do tomorrow?" inquired Fosdick, in the evening previous. ”

“ Clifton, with girlish enthusiasm.
"I know what will be more charming," said her hus- band.
"What is it?"
"A prospect of the dinner-table. I feel awfully hungry."
"Mr. Clifton never thinks of anything but eating," said his wife.
"I don't eat more than a little bird," said Mrs. Clifton, affectedly. "I appeal to Mr. Hunter."
"If any ittle bird ate as much as you, he'd be sure to die of dyspepsy," said her husband. If the word in italics is incorrectly spelled, I am not responsible, as that is the way Mr. Clifton pronounced it.
"I confess the ride has given me an appetite also," said Dick. ”