Then the four-year-old parishioner rose to the question of privilege.
"Mother," said she, "I am sick woman, and I want to see my minister."
2. One night my friend put up at a small country hotel. The next morning, at breakfast, the landlord said to him, "Did you enjoy the cornet playing in the room next to yours last night?"
"Enjoy it!" my friend replied, "I should think not. Why, I spent half the night pounding on the wall to make the man stop."
"It must have been a misunderstanding," said the landlord. "The cornet player told me that the person in the next room applauded him so heartily that he went over every piece he knew three times."