Even winsome
four-year-oid Helen failed to win his heart. Every one made too much
fuss over the youngster, Uncle Harry declared.
One day Helen's mother was called downstairs and with fear and
trembling asked Uncle Harry, who was stretched out on a sofa, if he
would keep his eye on Helen. Uncle Harry grunted "Yes," but never
stirred from his position--in truth his eyes were tight shut.
By-and-by wee Helen tiptoed over to the sofa and leaning over Uncle
Harry softly inquired:
"Feepy?"
"No," growled Uncle Harry.
"Tired?" ventured Helen.
"No," said her uncle.
"Sick?" further inquired Helen, with real sympathy in her voice.
"No," still insisted Uncle Harry.
"Dus' feel bum, hey?"
And that won the uncle!
_Still He Wondered_
One of the physicians at a popular winter health-resort was looking
over his books one day, comparing his list of patients. "I had a
great many more patients last year than I have this," he remarked to
his wife. "I wonder where they have all gone to?"
"Well, never mind, dear," she replied. "You know all we can do is to
hope for the best.
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