"Den I votes for Julius Jackson ter be drafted," he said. "I nebah did hab no use fo' dat niggah."
GETTING EVEN
James, 4 years old, had been naughty to the point of evoking a whipping from his long-suffering mother, and all day long a desire for revenge rankled in his little bosom.
At length bedtime came, and, kneeling beside her, he implored a blessing on each member of the family individually, his mother alone being conspicuous by her absence. Then, rising from his devout posture, the little suppliant fixed a keenly triumphant look upon her face, saying, as he turned to climb into bed:
"I s'pose you noticed you wasn't in it."
ARCHIE'S NECK
Little Willie—in small boy stories the central figure is nearly always named Little Willie—came running into the house, stuttering in his excitement.
"Mommer," he panted, "do you know Archie Sloan's neck?"
"Do I know what?" asked his mother.
"Do you know Archie Sloan's neck?" repeated her offspring.