Little Chris (pointing to the stars). 'Cause they've kept the lamps up there lighted so late.
Our Christmas Tea.—Unregenerate Youth. "Pass the seedy caike!" Vicar's Daughter. "If——? If——?" Unregenerate Youth. "If 'e don't I'll shove 'im in the faice!"
THE PROBLEM.
Samuel. "Muvver, does a hen lay an egg when it likes or must it?"