Little Kate. I don't know! Why?
Little Chris. 'Cause mine does. At dinner to-day she said, "If you eat any more of that pastry, I know you'll be ill." So she must have been so herself.
[Conference broken up by arrival of the lady in question.
WHAT IS IT?
First Boy (loq.). "I tell yer its 'ed's here!—I seen it move!"
Second Do. "I say it's at this end, yer stoopid!—I can see 'is ears!"