Nelly (in a whisper): “That dead dog wuz his chum.”
TOO MUCH.
Sue: “Maggie, would you rather die an’ be a angel with a harp, or have that weddin’ dress?”
Mag: “Oh, don’t ask me! The temptation is too terrible!”
IN DOUBT.
“What’s the matter, Tom?”
“I’m in trouble. I don’t know whether I ought to die while I’m young, and become a angel, or wait an’ grow up to be a man an’ have a mustarche an’ side-wiskers.”
