“We never remember the faces of those we love most dearly.”
“That’s so! To save me I can’t tell what a hundred-dollar-bill looks like!”
“Didn’t I tell you I wanted you to run an errand for me?” asked the mother the third time.
“Yes, maw,” said Johnnie, laying down his literature.
And as the boy started to the grocery he muttered to himself: “I hope Seven-fingered Sam won’t kill Old Sleuth ’till I git back.”
“How did you know that Charlie Coleman was a teacher?”
“Didn’t you see me look into his eyes?”