28 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

I don’t remember her name—met Mr.
Daley, as she was going to school.

He did not stop, but he spoke to her,
and said, ‘ How do you do, little dear 2”
or something of the sort. [I suppose he
was in a hurry. He was always in a
hurry, when he was on his way to the
post office, and very likely he was going
to the post office then.

The little girl was not satisfied with so
short a conference with her minister.
She wanted to hear him talk longer.

*“* Mr. Daley,” she said, faintly.

He stopped, and turned around.
‘“* Well, my dear 2”

‘“‘I—is the meeting—I mean—when