All the ladies on the breeze-swept veranda laughed, but little Nellie frowned and said:
"'You've got to love me. You've got to.'"
"'Got to? How so?'" laughed the divine.
"'Because,' said Nellie stoutly, 'you've got to love them that hate you—and I hate you, goodness knows!'"
"The Bible tells us we should love our neighbors," said the good deacon.
"Yes, but the Bible was written before our neighbors lived so close," replied the mere man.
WILLIE—"Paw, why is the way of the transgressor hard?"
PAW—"Because so many people have tramped on it, my son."