GABE—"What are you going back to that place for this summer? Why, last year it was all mosquitoes and no fishing."
STEVE—"The owner tells me that he has crossed the mosquitoes with the fish, and guarantees a bite every second."
"I suppose," said the city man, "there are some queer characters around an old village like this."
"You'll find a good many," admitted the native, "when the hotels fill up."
SUNDAY
Albert was a solemn-eyed, spiritual-looking child. "Nurse," he said one day, leaving his blocks and laying his hand on her knee, "nurse, is this God's day?"
"No, dear," said the nurse, "this is not Sunday; it is Thursday."
"I'm so sorry," he said, sadly, and went back to his blocks.
The next day and the next in his serious manner he asked the same question, and the nurse tearfully said to the cook: