110. The Last Step



A great many times last winter I had to go into the
cellar to tend to the furnace when it was too light to light a lamp, and

too dark to enable one to see easily. Almost every time I had to feel

around to be sure that I was on the bottom step. One day my husband was

doing some painting in the cellar and happened to think that a little

white paint on that step would help. Now we wonder why we did not think of

it before.






111. Truth spoken with malicious intent is greater error than keeping of

silence where wrong is meant.





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