Sunday Schooling.—Teacher. What does one mean by "Heaping coals of fire on someone's head" now, Harry Hawkins?
Harry Hawkins. Givin' it 'im 'ot, teacher!
Auntie. Do you love the chickens, dear?
Dolly. Yes, Auntie. But I do wish this big one hadn't such a funny laugh!
Bilious Old Uncle. "I'm delighted to see this fall; it will give that dreadful boy chilblains, and he'll be laid up out of mischief."