"'Don't see him here,' said I, without lyin'.
"Then the sheriff went a-nosin' round an' pretty soon he spotted the gunny-sack over in the corner.
"'What's in here?' said he.
"'Oh, just some old harness and sleigh-bells,' said I.
"With that he gives it an awful boot.
"'Yingle, yingle, yingle!' moaned Ole."
MOTHER—"Tommy, if you're pretending to be an automobile, I wish you'd run over to the store and get me some butter."
TOMMY—"I'm awful sorry, Mother, but I'm all out of gasoline."—Judge.