Tommy: "And did He make the flies, too?"
Mamma: "Yes, my dear."
Tommy (after a period of profound reflection): "Fiddlin' work making flies!"
Teacher: "Why cannot we hear the bear walk about?"
Child in Lancashire Town: "Because it hasn't got no clogs on!"
H.M. Inspector was examining a class of infants on the value of money. He held up a threepenny-piece and a penny. "Now, my children, which would you rather have, this small piece of money or the large one?" A little one held up her hand. "Well?" "Please, sir, the large one." "And why would you rather have the large one?" "Because my mother would make me put the threepenny-bit in my money-box, but I could spend the penny."
Tommy is in the Second Standard, and aged eight. The class was asked to write a short letter to teacher describing their doings on Guy Fawkes night. He began in right good style with the orthodox "Dear Miss C——." Everything went quietly till the close. It was then that Tommy shone. He wound up: "I remain, your loving son in who I am well pleased,——"