“No,” retorted Smith; “you doctors certainly have the best of us there.”
Small chap—“Say, papa, what is the race problem?”
Papa—“Picking winners.”
The temperance society was to meet that afternoon. Mrs. Philpots dressed in a hurry and came panting downstairs. She was a short, plump woman.
“Addie, run up to my room and get my blue ribbon rosette, the temperance badge,” she directed her maid. “I have forgotten it. You will know it, Addie—blue ribbon and gold lettering.”
“Yas’m, I knows it right well.” Addie could not read, but she knew a blue ribbon with gold lettering when she saw it, and therefore had no trouble in finding it and fastening it properly on the dress of her mistress.
Mrs. Philpots was too busy greeting her friends or giving close attention to the speakers at the meeting to note that they smiled when they shook hands with her.
When she reached home, supper was served, so she went directly to the dining-room, where the other members of the family were seated.