Mrs. W. "Claude."
Mrs. S. "Why do you call it Claude?"
Mrs. W. "Because it scratched me."
An old darky lived in the South who was a great barterer, and it was very hard to beat him on a trade. It seems he had sold a mule, guaranteeing him faultless. The purchaser shortly after came back in a great rage, and said,
"Look here, you rascal, that mule you sold me is blind in one eye; you assured me he had no faults."
"Dat's right, sah; dat mule habe no faults. If he am blind in one eye, dat am his misfortune, not his fault."
"I think I ought to stay home from school to-day," said Bobbie.
"Why so, Bobbie?" asked his father. "You aren't ill, are you?"