two o'clock before
When I am speaking for God , in the pulpit , or praying by bedsides , I never stammer . My stammer is a blessed thing for me . It keeps me from talking in company , and from going out as much as I should do but for it . '' It was two o'clock before we thought of moving , and then , the fog being as bad as ever , he insisted on making me up a bed on the floor . While we were engaged in this process , he confided to me that he had heard of a doctor who was very successful in curing stammering , and was going to try him . I laughed , and reminded him of his thorn in the flesh , to which he replied , with a quaint twinkle of his eye , `` Well , that 's true enough . But a man has no right to be a nuisance , if he can help it , and no more right to go about amongst his fellows stammering , than he has to go about stinking . ''