"Very well, indade, barring the twelfth of July, when my husband goes
out with the Orange procession and comes home feelin' extry
pathriotic."
"What then?"
"Well, he always takes the Pope down and jumps on him and then goes
straight to bed. The next morning I get up early, before he is awake,
and take down King William and pawn him and buy a new Pope with the
money. Then I give the old man the ticket to get King William out."
_Too Much of a Good Thing_
"I've got the very thing you want," said the stableman to a ruralist
in search of a horse; "a thorough-going road horse. Five years old,
sound as a quail, $175 cash down, and he goes ten miles without
stopping."
The purchaser threw his hands skyward.
"Not for me," he said, "not for me. I wouldn't gif you five cents for
him. I live eight miles out in de country, und I'd haf to walk back
two miles."
_Had Missed It_
"What are you crying for, my poor little boy?" said a man to a crying
boy.
"Pa fell downstairs."
"Don't take on so, my boy. He'll get better soon.
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