“Opening a can of sardines.”
“With what?”
“A dashed old jack-knife,” cried the exasperated poet; “what did you think I was opening it with?”
“Well, dear,” she answered, “I didn’t think you were opening it with prayer.”
“What is the matter with your father, Gladys?” asked the child’s aunt.
“He’s awful sick with a headache,” the little girl answered, “an’ he’s hurt, too, ‘cause mama said he’s broke his resolution.”
Colored people are proverbially fond of funerals, and Mrs. Walker’s cook was trying to make her mistress realize what she had missed by not attending the funeral of a prominent citizen of their village.