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A Church Scandal
The little man approached a saleswoman and sputtered:
“Y-you got me into a pickle, you did.”
“I don’t understand,” the girl replied, timidly.
“You remember when I came in here to pick out a silk dress for my wife, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And you remember we asked the assistance of the lady who was buying a kiltie skirt for her little girl?”
“Yes—yes.”
“W-w-well, you got the parcels mixed, that’s what you did, and I took that little kiltie skirt home to my wife.”