Baroness:—“And is called an angel.”
Little Baroness:—“But, mamma, if one of us should die we would be called ‘von angel,’ of course?”
Logic
Child:—“Mamma is it true that people are made of dust?”
Mother:—“Yes, my dear.”
Child:—“Are the negroes made of coal-dust, then?”
The Wrong Way
A teacher took an apple from one of the pupils, and after awhile, believing himself unnoticed, ate it. The pupil began to cough. “What is the matter with you,” asks the teacher.
“Why, my apple went down the wrong way, sir.”