Shocked Mother. "Oh, Tommy! What have you been doing?" Tommy (who has just returned from the first day of a preliminary course at the village school). "Fighting with Billy Brown." Mother. "That horrid boy at the farm? Don't you ever quarrel with him again!" Tommy. "I ain't likely to. He can lick me!"
RUDIMENTS OF ECONOMY
"May I leave this piece of bread, nurse?"
"Certainly not, Miss May. It's dreadful wasteful! and the day may come when you'll want a piece of bread!"
"Then I'd better keep this piece of bread till I do want it, nurse. Hadn't I?"