“‘Yes.’
“‘But with gas?’
“‘Guess that’s fifty cents more.’
“‘Wa’al, I won’t have gas then.’
“‘You’re a brave man!’
“‘’Tisn’t for me, it’s for my wife!’”
Now a couple of child stories. Surely, the workings of a child’s mind are too strange to be imagined.
My little nephew, aged four, was saying his prayers, kneeling on his bed and resting against his nurse. Suddenly he stopped.
Nurse: “Go on, dear.”