FIGHTING
"Brudder Perkins, yo' been fightin', I heah," said the colored minister.
"Yaas, Ah wuz."
"Doan yo' 'membeh whut de good book sez 'bout turnin' de odder cheek?"
"Yaas, pahson, but he hit me on mah nose, an' I'se only got one."
"Why do you look so sorrowful, Dennis?" asked one man of another.
"I just hear-r-d wan man call another man a liar, and the man that was called a liar said the other man would have to apologize, or there would be a fight."
"And why should that make you so sad?"
"The other man apologized."
"Johnny, it was very wrong for you and the boy next door to fight."
"We couldn't help it, father."
"Could you not have settled your differences by a peaceful discussion of the matter, calling in the assistance of unprejudiced opinion, if need be?"
"No, father. He was sure he could whip me and I was sure I could whip him, and there was only one way to find out."
"So you've been fighting again! Didn't you stop and spell your names, as I told you?"
"Y-yes; we did—but my name's Algernon Percival, an' his is Jim!"—Judge.