"Of course, God loves you," the mother declared. "How did you ever come to get such an idea?"
"No," the child persisted, "He doesn't love me. I know—I tried Him with a daisy."
LUCK
The pessimist quoted from his own experience at poker in illustration of the general cussedness of things:
"Frequent, I have sot in a poker game, and it sure is queer how things will turn out. I've sot hour after hour in them games, without ever takin' a pot. And then, 'long about four o'clock in the mornin', the luck'd turn—it'd take a turn for the worse."
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"How did you find your steak?" asked the waiter of a patron in the very expensive restaurant.
"Just luck," the hungry man replied, sadly. "I happened to move that small piece of potato, and there it was!"
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