Little Mary's big sister was engaged to Mr. Brown, who was away on a trip with Mary's brother. Her father was writing to his son and prospective son-in-law and asked the little girl if she had any message to send to Mr. Brown.
"What shall I say, papa?" asked she
"Why," said the father, "I believe it is the fashion to send your love."
A few minutes later her father inquired, "And what shall I say to brother Tom?"
"Well," replied the little miss, with a sigh, "you may send my fashionable love to Mr. Brown and my real love to brother Tom."
NOT THEIR SORT
One warm summer day, Bishop C----, who is fond of donning old clothes and tramping through the mountains of West Virginia, entered an inn where several men were drawn up at the bar.
"Come join us," called out one of the men hospitably.
"No, thank you," said the bishop. "The fact is, I never drink."
"Do you eat hay?" retorted the West Virginian, nettled at the bishop's refusal and eying him quizzically.