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the tips of his toes he was able to accomplish
the task of lowering the blinds.

I noticed at that time that Joe wore bright
red socks, and I little thought what a shock
those bright-colored hose were to give me
later on under different circumstances.

That evening I had satisfactory letters re-
garding Joe’s character, and by degrees he
became used to his new home, and we to him.
His quaint sayings and wonderful love of the
truth, added to extreme cleanliness, made him
welcome in the somewhat exclusive circle in
which my housekeeper, Mrs. Wilson, reigned
supreme.

Many a hearty burst of laughter came to
me from the open kitchen-window across the
garden in the leisure hour, when, the servants’
tea being over, they sat at work, while Joe
amused them with his stories and reminiscences
of the sayings and doings of his wonderful
brother Dick.

This same Dick was evidently the one being
Joe worshipped on earth, and to keep his
promises to Dick was a sacred duty.

“You don’t know our Dick, Mrs. Wilson,”