A Grand-Daughter of Eve.—Mamma (to Molly, who has scratched and bitten her French nurse, and who won't be sorry for her behaviour). "Oh, Molly, don't you know who it is puts such wicked thoughts into your head?" Molly. "Ah, yes, the scratching! But to bite Félicie was quite my own idea!"
Rogues Falling Out.—Mamma. What is baby crying for, Maggie?
Maggie. I don't know.
Mamma. And what are you looking so 'ndignant about?
Maggie. That nasty, greedy dog's been and took and eaten my 'punge-take!