A Friend in Need

They used to make fun of him at the office. He was a queer old fellow, with a solemn face, and, what we thought, ridiculously polite ways. He would take off his hat when he came in, and say:

“Good morning, gentlemen. I trust I see you all in good health this fine day.”

And some of the boys would nod—and some wouldn’t do anything; but I never could help standing up and bowing, perhaps because I knew that my mother would have said I ought to do it.

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