"Yes, mummie; give her my love, and say I never look at a little black pig now without thinking of her!"
Chemist. "Pills, eh?" (Emphasising question) "Anti-bilious?"
Child (readily). "No, sir; uncle is!"
Mother. "Now, dear, why don't you run away and give grandpa a kiss?" Child (somewhat nonplussed by grandpapa's moustache and beard). "I don't see any place for it, mamma!"