"Alligators," said Bobbie.
A REMEDY.
"Poor little baby!", said Ethel, sympathizingly, as her new brother wept. "Mamma, why don't you give him some of that smoothing syrup?"
A GOOD REASON.
"I don't see why you sent me to bed for being just impudent," sobbed Wilbur.
"It is very easily explained," said his father. "You are impudent because you got out of bed on the wrong side this morning. I want you to go to bed for an hour, and then see if you can't get out on the right side."
A pun-loving little chap went to school the other morning with a dirty face, and when the teacher asked him why he didn't wash it, he said,