“And think how comfortable he might have been here, and how I’ve worried about him.”  Miss Betsey went on:  “Here, Soc., put your feet on this piano seat.  Now you look at home.”

“When I achieve the reformation of Betsey I shall have a kitchen table to put my feet on!” said Soc., as I left them.

Then I decided that I would send him a kitchen table.

THE END