HE WANTS TO KNOW.
Tommy Traddles. "Papa, you call that little bit of a tiny wee engine a donkey-engine, don't you?"
Mr. Traddles. "Yes, my boy."
Tommy. "Well, papa, won't that donkey-engine have to grow a great deal bigger before it can have any horse-power?"
"Papa, I've got some mending for you to do. My roller-skates are broken."
"Well, put them away till morning. It's too late to mend anything now."
"Why! you said this morning that it was never too late to mend."