The Lost Idea

SAEMOTHY was a shoemaker. Two years
a ago Timothy had made a pair
of hob-nailed boots for Jarge the
ploughman; and Mr. William
the draper, passing along the
road, had caught sight of those
boots down in a furrow right at
the farther corner of a twenty-
acre field, and had stopped in
admiration and wonder, and
e called out—

s Jarge, what wonderful boots you aa?
have on! A
“Ah! That's what they are—
wonderful!” Jarge had replied.
“ Jarge, whoever caz have made you those
boots?” said Mr. William.

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