‘And thou hast been dipped I hear,’ continued the Quaker. ‘Dost thou know James Hunter?’
Mr. Jones answered in the affirmative.
‘Well, he also was dipped some time ago,’ rejoined Friend Hopper; ‘but his neighbors say they did n't get the crown of his head under water. The devil crept into the unbaptized part, and has been busy within him ever since. I am afraid they did n't get thee quite under water. I think thou hadst better be dipped again.’
As he spoke, he held up the receipt for twenty dollars. The countenance of the professedly pious man became scarlet, and he disappeared instantly.
A Dutchman once called upon Friend Hopper, and said, ‘A tief have stole mine goots. They tell me you can help me, may be.’ Upon inquiring the when and the where, Friend Hopper concluded that the articles had been stolen by a man whom he happened to know the police had taken up a few hours previous. But being disposed to amuse himself, he inquired very seriously, “What time of the moon was it, when thy goods were stolen?” Having received information concerning that particular, he took a slate and began to cipher diligently. After a while, he looked up, and pronounced in a very oracular manner, ‘Thou wilt find thy goods.’
‘Shall I find mine goots?’ exclaimed the delighted Dutchman; ‘and where is de tief?’
