Uncle Jim.—“Die? Oh, in the ordinary way, I suppose.”
Mabel.—“Oh, Uncle! you really don’t know anything. He was excommunicated by a bull.”
Small Robbie was laboring over a drawing which was obviously of great importance.
His mother, who was sewing in the room, got up to see what he was doing.
“What is it you’re drawing, dear?” she said, as she stood behind him.
Robbie was embarrassed. Struggling to cover his nervousness, he answered with an air of great nonchalance:
“Oh, it’s papa I’m drawing, but I don’t care anything about it. Guess I’ll put a tail to it, and have it for a dog.”
It is told of Charles Lamb, that one afternoon, returning from a dinner-party, having taken a seat in a crowded omnibus, a stout gentleman subsequently looked in, and politely asked, “All full inside?” “I don’t know how it may be with the other passengers,” answered Lamb, “but that last piece of oyster-pie did the business for me.”