“God bless you, my child!” exclaimed the pastor, with unction.
“It’s found, sir,” continued the voice; “for I kem that road this mornin’, an’ it wasn’t on it.”
TOO SHARP BY A THIRD.
Harry had just begun to go to school, and was very proud of what he had learned.
One day he thought he would show his father how much he knew, and asked him at dinner:
“Papa, how many chickens are there on that dish?”
“Two, my boy,” said papa. “I thought you knew how to count.”
“You’re wrong,” said Harry; “there are three. That’s one, that’s two, and two and one make three.”
“Very well,” said his father; “your mother may have one for her dinner, I’ll take the other, and you can have the third.[Pg 54]”