Little Guttersnipe (who is getting quite used to posing). “Will yer want me ter tike my Bun down?”
“EVERYTHING COMES TO HIM THAT ‘WAITS.’”
THE HEALING ART.
Doctor. “Did you give the Children the Physic I sent last night?”
Fond Mother. “Yes, Sir.”
Doctor. “And how are they to-day?”
Fond Mother. “Well, the little un’s very bad to be sure. But it don’t seem to ’ave done the t’other un’ no ’Arm as yet!”