"When was that?" said Mrs. K., laying down her paper.
"This morning, my dear, when you went to the corner drug store for a stamp."
—Chicago Herald.
A MODEST TALE.
It Is Cheerfully Told by a Georgia Munchausen.
"I hardly feel like telling a modest tale," said another, "after the wonderful things we have heard; but I will give you a true story which was told me by a North Georgia cracker."
"Tell it, tell it!" they said.