Tommy. "No; I only want to learn how to keep it from getting broken."
DREAMS.
Mabel. "Don't dreams always go by contraries?"
Mamma. "I have heard so."
Mabel. "Well, last night I dreamed that I asked you for a piece of cake, and you wouldn't give it to me."
THE VENDER'S HORSE.
When little Rupert saw a vender's horse whose ribs were plainly visible the other day, he said to his nurse:
"Oh, Ellen, just look at the horse with corduroy skin!"