Ada. "Certainly, Miss Grimm; although they are not roaches, and not cocks!"
A Conscientious Child.—"Is your cold better this morning, darling?"
"I don't know. I forgot to ask nursey!"
Tommy. I can strike a match on my trousers, like Uncle Bob. Can you, auntie?
Mother. "You must put your dolls away to-day. It's Sunday."