But when little Bobby Velveteens returned he was wet to the skin.
“Why, Bobby,” cried the F. M. P., “didn’t you come back by cab, as I told you?”
“Oh, yes, ma!” answered Bobby. “And it was simply splendid! I rode on the box beside the driver!”
A Bishop of the Episcopal Church lived all his life unwed. A friend mentioned that one of the States was imposing a tax on bachelors, to be increased a certain percentage every ten years of bachelorhood, and added: “Why, Bishop, at your age you would have to pay a hundred dollars a year.”
“Well,” said the Bishop quietly, “it’s worth it.”
Two old women, on their way home from church, in a country district of Scotland, were speaking of Napoleon’s overthrow, by the allied troops at Waterloo. The minister had been pointing a moral by aid of the Corsican hero’s defeat.
“Hoo is it,” said one, in her narrow way, “the Scotch aye win their battles?”
“Weel, ye ken, it’s because they aye pray afore they go in the fecht,” replied the other.