"Well," said Junior, meekly, "once you forgot."
TOMMY (after a thumping)—"You're awful hard on me, ma."
MOTHER—"That's because you've been very naughty and wicked."
TOMMY—"Well, gee! You should remember that you didn't die young yourself."
"Can your little baby brother talk yet?" a kindly neighbor inquired of a small lad.
"No, he can't talk, and there ain't no reason why he should talk," was the disgusted reply. "What does he want to talk for when all he has to do is yell a while to get everything in the house that's worth having?"
Mrs. Jones was getting dinner ready when in came little Fred with a happy smile on his face.