Just Like the Army
The prosy old parson was coming and his hostess carefully drilled her daughter to answer the string of questions he always asked every little girl: (1) “What is your name?” (2) “How old are you?” (3) “Are you a good little girl?” (4) “Do you know where bad little girls go?”
But the little girl was overtrained and when the reverend visitor began by asking her her name, she spilled all the answers at once in a single breath.
“Dorothy, sir; six years old, sir; yes, sir; go to hell, sir.”
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