"S-s-s-s-sus-say, ma," stammered Bobby, through the suds, as his mother scrubbed and scrubbed him, "I guess you want to get rid o' me, don't you?"
"Why, no, Bobby dear," replied his mother. "Whatever put such an idea into your mind?"
"Oh, nuthin'," said Bobby, "only it seems to me you're tryin' to rub me out."
PA—"At last I've found a way to make that young scamp of ours stop winking his eyes."
MA—"Really?"
PA—"Yes; I'll show him the article in this science magazine where it says that every time we wink we give the eye a bath."
BEAUTY, PERSONAL
"Is she very pretty?"