Old Gent. "Is it a board school you go to, my dear?" Child. "No, sir. I believe it be a brick one!"
Kitty. "Is your wound sore, Mr. Pup?" Mr. Pup. "Wound! What wound?" Kitty. "Why, sister said she cut you at the dinner last night!"
Old Gent. "Is it a board school you go to, my dear?" Child. "No, sir. I believe it be a brick one!"
Kitty. "Is your wound sore, Mr. Pup?" Mr. Pup. "Wound! What wound?" Kitty. "Why, sister said she cut you at the dinner last night!"