Stable Talk.—The General. "That's a funny sort of horse you've got there, Cuthbert." Cuthbert. "Yes, gran'pa. You see he's been 'eating his head off' all the winter!"
Severe Mother. "You naughty boy! How dare you tell such stories? Aren't you ashamed of yourself for being a little liar?" Injured Son. "Well, mother, 't ain't my fault. Father gave me a awful thrashing the other day for having spoken the truth." Mother. "What do you mean?" Son. "Why, when I told you that father had come home quite drunk the night before!"