WHAT EVERYBODY THINKS.
Young Palmerston, a sharp clever boy. "OH, CRIKEY! WHAT A SCOTCH MULL OF A PRIME MINISTER!"
[That may be, but it is not Pretty to say so.—Punch.]
ECONOMY.
Mamma. "My dear child! What are you doing with my best Velvet Dress?"
Child. "I am only cutting and contriving a Frock for my Doll!"