Third Boy. "What's the matter with you fellows; I's smaller than both of you put together."
Howard. "Papa, I think baby plays with a knife."
Papa. "I hope not, Howard."
Howard. "Well, when he was crying so this morning nurse said he was cutting his teeth."
Teddy. "Papa, that's what you call a fruit-knife for fruit, isn't it?"
Papa. "Yes, Teddy, that's right."
Teddy. "Well, the gardener has what he calls a pruning-knife. Does he use that for prunes?"