"What's the matter, little boy?" said the kindhearted man. "Are you lost?"
"No," was the manful answer; "I ain't lost; I'm here. But I'd like to know where father and mother have wandered to."
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Helen's elder sister: "You know, all the stars are worlds like ours."
Helen: "Well, I shouldn't like to live on one—it would be so horrid when it twinkled."
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"Can I 'ave the arternoon off to see a bloke abaht a job fer my missis?"
"You'll be back in the morning, I suppose?"
"Yus—if she don't get it."
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