“My! But your boy do be growin’, Mrs. Cafferty!”
“Faith, an’ that’s thrue for yez, Mrs. Owens! He’s outgrown all his owld clothes, an’ it’s a pair of his father’s pants he do be wearin’, an’ by that same token I do hate to cut thim, for I don’t think it will be long afore the boy fills thim intirely!”
A PLEASANT PROSPECT.
“Say, pop, come out an’ down him. Jimmy Ryan said his pa could lick mine, and I said he couldn’t, and they’re waitin’ for you outside.”
LOOKING FORWARD.
Aunt: “Well, Tom, how do you like your new little sister?”
Tom: “Oh, she’s good enough as a kid, but just think what a trouble she’ll be when she gets a little older, and I’ve got to chase whistlers away from the front stoop!”
