NEMESIS

New Zealand Tablet, 31 August 1911, Page 1718

NEMESIS

Silas, my lad,' said the grocer to his new assistant, 'who bought that mouldy cheese here to-day?' • 'Mistress Brown, sir,' was the youth's reply. I , 'And the stale loaf we could not sell last night?' Mistress Brown, sir.' ' Where's that lump of rancid butter that the baker refused?' Mistress Brown bought it, sir,' was the answer. ' And the six eggs we could not sell a week since?' 'Mistress Brown — you ill, sir?' asked Silas, as the grocer turned green and groaned. ,'No, no! only I'm going to tea at the Brown's to-night/ replied the unhappy man, as he wiped the perspiration from his face and sank into a chair.