Mary and Martha, two little sisters, had been promoted to the dignity of a big bed, where they slept together. "I sleep on the front side," announced Mary, with an air of importance.
"And where do you sleep, Martha?" inquired the visitor.
"I sleep where Mary doesn't," replied Martha, with a rueful glance at her restless little sister.
"Sam, I find you are an incorrigible story-teller. Did you ever in your life tell the truth?"
"Massa, de truth am a virtue, am it not?"
"Yes Sam, it is; but I'm afraid you lack that virtue."
"No, sah, dat am not so. It am such a powerful good virtue, sah, an' I's got so much ob it, sah, dat I's am not goin' to let any of it escape, so's I's done waste any of it, sah."
Two little girls were out walking, when they passed the big brick building of an orphan asylum. "That, Martha," said Mary, anxious to impart her knowledge to her younger sister, "is where the little orphans live. Mr. and Mrs. Orphan are both dead."