Snyder's wife is a good general.
She was riding in the car with her little daughter Edith, when the conductor, thinking perhaps of a half fare, asked:
"How old are you, little girl?"
"You must ask ma," she immediately replied, "'cause she always takes care of my age in a street car."
Now that was pretty cute, don't you think so?
And my youngest came up smiling recently.
Really, I am worried about that little chap, because I never know whether he is going to be a fool or a humorist.
Perhaps it doesn't matter much.
On this occasion he had had his first ride in an automobile.
A fellow around the corner bought one recently, and as he wants to get in my good graces for some reason or other, he asked Harold to go through the park with him.