The tone of her voice was emphatic.
Sunday came, bringing two chocolate-colored khaki-clad privates to the McLeod house. When Mrs. McLeod brushed into the drawing-room to greet her soldiers, all a-smile, she was surprised, to put it mildly.
"Why!" she stammered. "Why, who invited you here?"
"Our commanding officer," explained one, "Captain Cohen."
One morning Jorkins looked over his fence and said to his neighbor, Harkins:
"What are you burying in that hole?"
"Just replanting some of my seeds, that's all," was the answer.
"Seeds!" exclaimed Jorkins, angrily. "It looks more like one of my hens!"
"That's all right," said the other. "The seeds are inside."—Harper's.