"Good-evening, my young friend," he said solemnly; "do you ever
attend a place of worship?" /
"Yes, indeed, sir; regularly, every Sunday night," replied the young
fellow with a smile. "I'm on my way to see her now."
_Poor Little Chap_!
A little boy from the slums had been taken out into the country for
the first time. After a bit he was found sitting, all by himself, on
a high bank, and gazing wistfully out over the hills.
The woman who had made the little excursion possible quietly seated
herself at the youngster's side. To her the child turned a radiant
face and asked:
"Say, it's dern pretty, ain't it? Is this all in the United States?"
_The Horse Had a Habit_
At an annual series of races "for all comers," the sun was blazing
down on a field of hot, excited horses and men, all waiting for a
tall, raw-boned beast to yield to the importunities of the starter
and get into line.
The patience of the starter was nearly exhausted. "Bring up that
horse!" he shouted. "Bring him up!"
The rider of the refractory beast, a youthful Irishman, yelled back;
"I can't! This here's been a cab-horse, and he won't start till he
hears the door shut, an' I ain't got no door!"
_She Won Her Uncle_
Uncle Harry was a bachelor and not fond of babies.
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