“Where has you beed, daddy?—to the Smoky Town?” The Temple was euphemistically known to Effie as the Smoky Town.
“Yes, dear.”
“You go to the Smoky Town to make bread and butter, don’t you, daddy?”
“Yes, dear, to make bread and butter.”
“And did you make any, daddy?”
“Yes, Effie, a good deal to-day.”
“Then where is it? In your pocket?”
“No, love, not exactly. I won a big lawsuit to-day, and I shall get a great many pennies for it.”
“Oh,” answered Effie meditatively, “I am glad that you did win. You do like to win, doesn’t you, daddy, dear.”
“Yes, love.”