"Well, Rena?"
The girl blushed, fumbled with her apron, and then replied, "Vell, you pay me four tollars a veek—'
"Yes, and I really can't pay you any more."
"It's not dot," responded the girl; "but I be villing to take tree tollars till—till your husband gets vork."
HE WAS BROAD MINDED
Even married life does not affect some people unpleasantly, or take away the fine spirit of their charity.
A certain factory-owner tells of an old employee who came into the office and asked for a day off.
"I guess we can manage it, Pete," says the boss, "tho we are mighty short-handed these days. What do you want to get off for?"
"Ay vant to get married," blushed Pete, who is by way of being a
Scandinavian.
"Married? Why, look here—it was only a couple of months ago that you wanted to get off because your wife was dead!"