“Tommy,” said the hostess, “you appear to be in deep thought.”
“Yes’m,” replied Tommy; “ma told me somethin’ to say if you should ask me to have some cake or anything, an’ I bin here so long now I forgit what it was.”
A Boston minister once noticed a crowd of urchins clustered around a dog of doubtful pedigree.
“What are you doing, my little men?” he asked with fatherly interest.
“Swappin’ lies,” volunteered one of the boys. “The feller that tells the biggest one gets the purp.”
“Shocking!” exclaimed the minister. “Why, when I was your age I never even thought of telling an untruth.”
“Youse win,” chorused the urchins. “The dog’s yours, mister.”