Father and Son
Father
and Son
“My boy,” said an
aged Father to his fiery and disobedient Son, “a hot temper is the soil of
remorse. Promise me that when next you are angry you will count one hundred
before you move or speak.” No sooner had the Son promised than he received a
stinging blow from the paternal walking-stick, and by the time he had counted
to seventy-five had the unhappiness to see the old man jump into a waiting cab
and whirl away.
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