“Well, my little dear, what is it about?”
“What do you think would be best to give me on my birthday?”
—Little Girl: “I wish I was an angel.”
Little Boy: “Why?”
Little Girl: “Then I wouldn’t be ’fraid of ghosts.”
—Small boy: “Been fishing, mister?”
Man: “Yes.”
Small boy: “Can’t I sell you some fish?”
—Perry has a very musical father and mother, and the little lad knows good music from bad. His parents live in a city flat, and in the flat just above it one afternoon a young lady was trying to sing and not succeeding at all. Perry listened with a frowning brow for some time, and then said to his grandmother:
“If this keeps up much longer, grandma, I shall die. And what do you think you’ll do?”