A gentleman owning a cotton estate had a characteristic old "mammy" who never could be found without her pipe. One day her employer asked her if she expected to go to heaven.
"Deed I does—'deed I does."
"But, auntie, you know you smoke a great deal, and the angels surely will not like that."
"But Ise won't smoke up dar, sah!"
"No; still they will smell tobacco on your breath."
"'Deed dey won't, sah. Ise reckon I done leave m' bref here."
A SMALL BOY'S REASON.
"Hi, Freddie!" cried his father, as the boy entered the elevator to go upstairs. "What are you going upstairs for?"
"So's I can come down again in the elevator," said Freddie.