NEIGHBOR—"Why! I did not know your mother was ill."
LITTLE GIRL—"No, it is my aunt who is ill."
NEIGHBOR—"What is the matter with your aunt?"
LITTLE GIRL—"She has a bad headache."
NEIGHBOR—"Why! I did not know any one went to the hospital for a bad headache!"
LITTLE GIRL (looking up quickly with a very interested, bright look on her face)—"That is not the real reason, I think; they are spelling things on me."
A little boy of seven was being scolded in a room adjoining one in which his grandma lay ill. He motioned toward grandma's room and quietly said, "Sh—! it's too much for her; it'll wear her out."
Later, grandma thanked him for his consideration, whereupon he replied, "Don't mention it, gran; that was fifty-fifty—part for you and part for me."