“Clah to goodness, sah, dem chilluns is right smaht named!” said the old woman. “Ye see, mah daughteh done got ’ligion long ago, an’ named dese hyah boys right out de Bible, sah. Dis hyah one’s named Apostle Paul, an’ de uddah’s called Epistle Peter.”
More than Enough
An eight-year-old boy went to a church picnic, and, being a favorite with the ladies, had been liberally supplied with good things to eat. Later in the day one of the ladies noticed the boy sitting near a stream with a woebegone expression on his face and his hands clasped over his stomach.
“Why, what’s the matter, Willie?” she kindly asked. “Haven’t you had enough to eat?”
“Oh, yes’m,” said the boy. “I’ve had enough. I feel as though I don’t want all I’ve got.”
His Only Request
A pretty young girl was walking through a Richmond hospital with delicacies for the sick and wounded. She overheard a suffering young Confederate officer say, “Oh, my Lord!”
Wishing to rebuke him slightly she came to his bedside and said:
“I think that I heard you call upon the name of the Lord. I am one of His daughters. Is there anything that I can do for you?”
He looked upon the lovely face.