"What is that?" I asked, pointing to a blue thing on the floor.
"The bath-mat," she said, surprised.
"And what is written on it?"
"Why—'bath-mat,' of course."
"Of course," I said ... and I handed her the wedding-ring.
A. A. M.
Mother (to conciliate little girl who has been whipped). "Was she a nasty cruel Mother, then?"