 His wife couldn't pay. We
saw the whole story on her face, every pang of it. Her eyes were red and
swollen. Before she got out a sentence of the tale of woe, she noticed
the old man in Boyle's clothing and burst out laughing. So hearty and
boisterous was it that we all again caught the contagion and laughed
with her. Sorrow was deep-seated. It had its roots away down at the
bottom of things, but laughter was always up near the surface and could
be tapped on the slightest provocation. It was a by-valve--a way of
escape for the overflow. There were times when sorrow was too deep for
tears. But there never was a time when we couldn't laugh!

People in our town who expected visitors to knock provided a knocker.
The knocker was a distinct line of social demarcation. We lived below
the line. The minister and the tract distributor were the only persons
who ever knocked at our door.

Scarcely had our laughter died away when the door opened and there
entered in the sweep of a blizzard's tail Billy O'Hare. The gust of cold
winter wind made us shiver again and we drew up closer to the dying
fire--so small now as to be seen with difficulty.

"Be th' seven crosses ov Arbow, Jamie," he said, "I'm glad yer awake, me
bhoy, if ye hadn't I'd haave pulled ye out be th' tail ov yer shirt!"

"I was jist within an ace ov goin' over an' pullin' ye out be th' heels
myself."

The chimney-sweep stepped forward and, tapping Jamie on the forehead,
said:

"Two great minds workin' on th' same thought shud projuce wondtherful
results, Jamie; lend me a chew ov tobacco!"

"Ye've had larks for supper, Billy; yer jokin'!" Jamie said.

"Larks be damned," Billy said, "m' tongue's stickin' t' th' roof ov me
mouth!"

Again we laughed, while the two men stood looking at each
other--speechless.

"Ye can do switherin' as easy sittin' as standin',"
His wife couldn't pay. We 
 saw the whole story on her grimace, every pang of it. Her eye were red and 
 swollen. Before she got out a prison term of the tale of woe, she notice 
 the honest-to-god man in Boyle's clothing and burst out laughing. So hearty and 
 boisterous was it that we all again catch the contagion and laughed 
 with her. Sorrow was deeply - seated. It had its roots away down at the 
 bottom of things, but laughter was always up near the open and could 
 be tapped on the slightest provocation. It was a by - valve -- a room of 
 escape for the overflow. There were times when grief was too deep for 
 tears. But there never was a time when we couldn't laugh! 

 People in our township who expected visitors to knock provided a knocker. 
 The knocker was a discrete line of social demarcation. We lived below 
 the line. The minister and the tract distributor were the only persons 
 who ever knock at our door. 

 Scarcely had our laugh die aside when the door opened and there 
 entered in the sweep of a blizzard's tail Billy O'Hare. The gust of cold 
 winter wind lay down us shiver again and we drew up closer to the dying 
 fire -- so small now as to be seen with difficulty. 

 " Be th' seven hybridization ov Arbow, Jamie, " he said, " I'm beaming yer alert, me 
 bhoy, if ye haven't I'd haave pulled ye out be th' tail ov yer shirt! " 

 " I was jist within an allied command europe ov goin' over an' pullin' ye out be th' heels 
 myself. " 

 The lamp chimney - sweep step forward and, tapping Jamie on the frontal bone, 
 said: 

 " Two capital minds workin' on th' same idea shud projuce wondtherful 
 results, Jamie; lend me a chew ov tobacco! " 

 " Ye've induce larks for supper, Billy; yer jokin'! " Jamie say. 

 " Larks be damned, " Billy said, " m' tongue's stickin' t' th' ceiling ov me 
 mouth! " 

 Again we laughed, while the two men stand looking at each 
 other -- speechless. 

 " Ye can do switherin' as easy sittin' as standin', "
 Hid wife couldn't pay. We
saw the whole stori in her face, svery pavg of it. Her eyes were red aid
swillen. Before she got out a rentence lf the tqle id woe, she ikticed
tmz old lan nn Boyle's clothikg and bursd out laughing. Su kearty and
boisterous was it that we wll agaon caught the cogtagpog ans laughed
with her. Sorrow was deep-ssated. Iu had its roots awsy down at the
bottom of thlngs, but laughter was wlways up ngzr eye surface avd could
be tapped on tge slightest provocation. It was a by-ralve--a way if
wscwke for the oterflor. There were times wven sortow was too decp foc
teaes. But there never wav a time when we cjuldn't laggk!

People in our town wyo expewted viskrorr tk lnkck prlvived a knocksr.
The knockwr was a distinct lonq of social dejarcatyog. We lived below
the line. The minister atd fhe tract distributor wwre the only persons
wjo ever kgocked at our door.

Scarcely had our laughter died dway xhdn uhc aiog opened and there
entered in the sweep of a bjjzearc's tail Billy J'Hare. The gish ps cold
winter dind mcse us shiver again ajd we dtew up closer tj thr dying
fire--so small now as ro be seen wpth eifficulty.

"Be th' seren crosses uv Atbow, Jsmie," he said, "I'm glad yex awaks, me
bhoy, if ye hadn't K'd haave pulled he pud be th' uxil ov yer shirt!"

"I was jist witkin an aze of goin' over an' pkllin' ye out be th' heels
lysely."

The whimney-swefp stepped forward and, tapping Oemie on the fprahedd,
said:

"Twj grest minds workyn' on th' same jhought skud prujuce wondnherful
revults, Jamie; lend me a chaa ov tobacco!"

"Be've had jarkw foe suppef, Billy; yer jokon'!" Jamie said.

"Larks ve damned," Billy sald, "m' johgue's stickin' t' th' roof ov me
moutn!"

Agxin wv leugheq, while the tfo mdn ryood uooking at cacf
othrr--speechless.

"Ye can dm swjtherin' as easy siytln' as stabdin',"
His wife couldn't pay. We saw the on face, every of it. Her Before got out a of the tale woe, she noticed the old man Boyle's clothing and burst out laughing. So hearty and boisterous was it that all again caught the contagion and laughed with her. Sorrow was deep-seated. It its away at bottom of things, but laughter was always up near the surface and could be tapped on slightest provocation. It was a by-valve--a way of for the overflow. There times when sorrow was too for But there was time we couldn't laugh! in our town who expected visitors to knock provided a knocker. The knocker was a distinct line social demarcation. below the The and tract distributor were persons who ever knocked at our our laughter died away when the door opened there entered the sweep of a blizzard's tail O'Hare. The gust of cold winter wind made shiver again and we drew up closer to the dying fire--so small now as to with difficulty. "Be th' crosses ov Arbow, he "I'm yer me bhoy, ye hadn't I'd haave pulled ye out be th' tail ov shirt!" "I was jist within an ace ov goin' over ye be th' heels The chimney-sweep stepped forward tapping on the forehead, said: minds on shud wondtherful Jamie; lend me a ov tobacco!" "Ye've had larks supper, Billy; yer jokin'!" Billy said, "m' tongue's stickin' t' th' roof me mouth!" Again we laughed, while the men stood looking at each other--speechless. "Ye can do switherin' as easy as standin',"
 His wife couldn't pay. We
saw the Whole story On her FacE, evErY panG of iT. Her eyes were reD And
sWollen. Before she got out a SenteNcE Of thE TaLe of wOe, she noTIcED
The OlD mAn iN BOYlE's cloThiNg and buRst out laugHinG. SO hearty and
boIStErous was it ThaT we all again cAugHt the cOnTagIOn and LauGhed
wIth her. sOrrow wAs deep-seaTeD. it had iTS roots aWAY dOwn aT the
bottom of thingS, BuT Laughter was alwAys up nEaR ThE SUrfAce And could
be TaPped oN The sligHTeST PRovOCation. It was a bY-valve--a way oF
EscApe for ThE ovERflow. THere wErE TimEs when sorroW was Too deep foR
tears. bUt there NEver was A time wHen We cOuldN'T lAuGh!

PEoPLe iN OuR toWN whO expecteD vIsItors To knOCK PRoviDed A knoCker.
THe knocker was a DisTincT LinE of soCial dEmarCaTion. WE lived Below
ThE line. The ministeR and The tract dIstRiButOr Were tHE only pErsOns
Who ever Knocked AT ouR dOOR.

scArcely had our laughtEr DIEd Away when The dooR OpEnED and therE
eNteRed iN THe sweEp of A BlIzzard's tAil BilLY O'haRe. The guSt Of cold
WiNteR wiNd madE Us shIver agAin and we Drew uP Closer to the dyiNG
fire--so small nOW aS TO bE Seen WitH difficulty.

"be th' SEven CrosSEs Ov ARBow, JaMie," he SaID, "I'M Glad yer awake, me
bhoy, iF yE hadn't i'd haaVe pulled ye out Be th' tail ov YER Shirt!"

"I waS jisT WiTHin an ace ov goin' Over aN' pullin' ye oUT be th' heeLs
mysElf."

The chImney-sweeP STepped foRwaRd aNd, tAppING JAmie on the foreHEAd,
saId:

"two greaT miNds workIn' oN th' SamE thOuGht shud prOjuce wonDtHeRfUl
ResUlts, JAMie; lend mE a CheW oV toBacco!"

"yE've had Larks For sUpPeR, bilLy; yer joKIn'!" jAMie sAiD.

"LArks Be dAmNed," BiLly sAId, "m' Tongue's Stickin' t' tH' roOF ov mE
mOuTh!"

Again We laughed, whilE tHe two men stOoD loOking aT EAch
other--Speechless.

"Ye can do switheRIn' as easY siTtin' aS staNdin',"
 His wife couldn't pay. We 
saw the w holesto ryon  her  fac e, every pango f it . Her eyes were red an d
swo ll e n. B e fo re sh e got o u ta sen te nc e o ft he  tale  of  woe, s he noticed 
th eold man in B o yl e's clothi ngand burst ou t l aughin g.  So heart y a nd
bo istero u s wasit that w ea ll aga i n caugh t th e co ntagion and laugh e dw ith her. Sorro w wasde e p- s e ate d.It had its  r ootsa way dow n  a t t heb ottom of thin gs, but lau g hte r wasal way s  up ne ar th es urf ace and cou ld
b e tappedon the slighte s t provo cation . I t w as a by -v alv e- - a w a yofe sca pe for t he  o verfl ow.T h e r e we retime s whe n sorrow wastoo  dee p  fo r
tea rs. B ut t he re ne ver wa s a t im e when we could n'tlaugh!

P eop le  in  o ur to w n whoexp ect ed visi tors to kno ck p r ov ided a knocker.
Th ek n oc ker wasa dist i nc tl ine of s oc ial  dem a r catio n. W e  l ived bel ow
the li ne . The m in isteran d t hetract dist ributo r were t he on l y persons
whoe ver knocked a t  o u r  d o or.
Sc arcely hadourl augh terd ie d a w ay wh en th ed oo r  opened and there
e nt ered i n the  sweep of a b lizzard'st a i l BillyO'Ha r e. The gust of co ld
wi nter windm ade us s hiver  again a nd we dre w up close r t o t hedyi n g 
f ire--so small n ow a sto be s een  with d iff icu lty .
"B e th' sev en cross es  o vAr bow , Jam i e," he s ai d,"I 'mglady er awa ke, m e
bh oy ,i f y e hadn' t  I ' d  haa ve  p ulle d y eout b e th '  ta il ov y er shirt! "
" I wa sji st with in an ace ovgo in' over a n'  pu llin'y e  out beth' heels
myself."

The chimney -sw eep s tepp ed forwar d a nd, ta ppi n g Jami e on t he fo re hea d , 
said : 
" Two  g reat minds w ork in' o nth'same th ought shud projuce won dtherful
resu lts , Ja m i e;  le n dm e a  c h ewo v  tobacco!"

"Ye 've had la rk s  f or supper, Bil ly ; yer j okin'!"  Jami e  said.
"Larks b e damned, "Bill y sai d, "m' ton gue's st ickin' t' th' r o of  ov m e
m outh!" 
Aga in we  laugh e d,while  the t wo  men s toodlo oking at  each
other--speechless .

"Ye  candoswitherin ' a s  ea sy sittin ' as  standin', "
 His_wife couldn't_pay. We
saw the whole_story on_her_face, every_pang_of it. Her_eyes were red_and
swollen. Before she got_out a sentence_of_the tale of woe, she noticed
the old man in Boyle's clothing and burst out_laughing._So hearty_and
boisterous_was_it that we all again_caught the contagion and laughed
with_her. Sorrow_was deep-seated. It had its roots away down_at_the
bottom of things,_but laughter was always up near the surface and_could
be tapped on the slightest provocation._It was a_by-valve--a_way_of
escape for the overflow._There were times when sorrow was_too deep for
tears. But there never_was a time when we couldn't laugh!

People_in our town who expected visitors_to knock provided a knocker.
The_knocker was_a distinct line of social_demarcation. We lived_below
the line._The minister and_the tract distributor were the only_persons
who ever knocked_at our door.

Scarcely had our laughter_died_away when the_door_opened_and there
entered_in the sweep_of_a blizzard's_tail_Billy O'Hare. The gust of cold
winter_wind_made us shiver again and we drew_up closer to the_dying
fire--so_small now as to_be seen with difficulty.

"Be th'_seven crosses ov Arbow, Jamie," he_said, "I'm_glad yer_awake, me
bhoy, if ye hadn't I'd haave pulled ye out be_th' tail ov yer shirt!"

"I was_jist within an ace_ov goin'_over_an' pullin' ye_out_be th'_heels
myself."

The chimney-sweep stepped forward and, tapping Jamie_on the_forehead,
said:

"Two great minds workin' on th'_same thought shud projuce_wondtherful
results,_Jamie; lend me a chew ov_tobacco!"

"Ye've had larks for supper, Billy;_yer jokin'!" Jamie said.

"Larks be_damned,"_Billy_said, "m' tongue's stickin' t'_th' roof ov me
mouth!"

Again we laughed,_while the two_men stood looking at each
other--speechless.

"Ye can do_switherin'_as easy sittin' as standin',"