Marwood's vacation never amounts to much. I
know an awfully funny story about old Mr. Davidson. He used to be
the minister in Baywater, you know, and he had a large family and
his children were very mischievous. One day his wife was ironing
and she ironed a great big nightcap with a frill round it. One of
the children took it when she wasn't looking and hid it in his
father's best beaver hat--the one he wore on Sundays. When Mr.
Davidson went to church next Sunday he put the hat on without ever
looking into the crown. He walked to church in a brown study and
at the door he took off his hat. The nightcap just slipped down
on his head, as if it had been put on, and the frill stood out
around his face and the string hung down his back. But he never
noticed it, because his thoughts were far away, and he walked up
the church aisle and into the pulpit, like that. One of his
elders had to tiptoe up and tell him what he had on his head. He
plucked it off in a dazed fashion, held it up, and looked at it.
'Bless me, it is Sally's nightcap!' he exclaimed mildly. 'I do
not know how I could have got it on.' Then he just stuffed it into
his pocket calmly and went on with the service, and the long
strings of the nightcap hung down out of his pocket all the time.
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