Okewood Of The Secret Service
By: Valentine Williams^M
Mr. Arthur Mackwayte Slipped Noiselessly Into The Dining-Room And
Took His Place At The Table. He Always Moved Quietly, A Look Of
Gentle Deprecation On His Face As Much As To Say: "Really, You
Know, I Can't Help Being Here: If You Will Just Overlook Me This
Time, By And By You Won't Notice I'm There At All!" That Was How
He Went Through Life, A Shy, Retiring Little Man, Quiet As A
Mouse, Gentle As A Dove, Modesty Personified.
Took His Place At The Table. He Always Moved Quietly, A Look Of
Gentle Deprecation On His Face As Much As To Say: "Really, You
Know, I Can't Help Being Here: If You Will Just Overlook Me This
Time, By And By You Won't Notice I'm There At All!" That Was How
He Went Through Life, A Shy, Retiring Little Man, Quiet As A
Mouse, Gentle As A Dove, Modesty Personified.
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