Two moons rose over the city
Where there should have been but one.
* * *
Modern Methods
Kindly gentleman to little girl: “My, but your folks must take good care of you.”
Little girl: “Well, they ought to—I’ve got enough of ’em.”
“What do you mean, little girlie?”
“Well, mister, I’ve got three mamas by my first papa and two papas by my last mama.”
“Can that really be so?”
“Yes, sir, and my last papa just told me that I had a little baby brother at home and I’m going home now and tell mama.”