"All right, my boy," answered Bill. Then he reached back of him, caught the horse's tail, pulled it hard around on his left, and awaited developments. After a minute he sung out:
"Something's the matter with the steering-gear, Jack; she won't mind her helm!"
TWO OF THEM.
Fred. "Did you know that Captain Thribble had two left legs?"
Uncle Ned. "Nonsense!"
Fred. "But it's not nonsense. His right leg was left at Gettysburg, wasn't it? And he has a left leg still, hasn't he?"
LONG MEASURE.
Professor Problem. "It takes a yard and a half of muslin to make a boy's shirt. How many shirts can be got out of six yards?"