"I'm squeezed in so tight I can't think," moaned Helen.
"Ouch!" cried Belle Tingley. "That's my funny-bone you hit, Lluella, with your handbag. Oh! how funny it feels."
"Did you ever know why they call that thing in your elbow the funny bone?" asked Heavy, mighty serious.
"No," said Belle, rubbing the elbow vigorously.
"Why, it's what makes folks 'laugh in their sleeves,'" chuckled the plump girl.
"Oh, dear me! isn't she smart?" groaned Lluella.
"Almost as smart as my Cousin Bill," said The Fox, breaking into the conversation. "He won't be called 'Willie' and he'll answer only to 'Bill,' or 'William.'
"'William,' said the teacher one day to him in school, 'spell "ibex."'
"Bill jumps up and begins: 'I-b——'
"'Stop! stop, William!' cries the teacher. 'Where did you learn such grammar? Always say, "I am."'