Part 45 (1/2)
”Where's your mother?”
”In the back yard, shooin' chickens.”
”Where's your father?”
”In the hammock, shooin' flies.”
”Harold!” began his wife, in a furious temper, ”my mind is made up----”
”Mercy!” interrupted her husband; ”is that so? I had hoped that your mind, at least, was your own!”
CUSTOMER: ”You have a sign in your window, 'A suit of clothes made while you wait.' Do you really do that?”
TAILOR: ”Yes, sir. You leave your order, with a deposit, and then go home and wait till the garments are finished.”
”Mother, may I go out to wheel?”
”Yes, my darling daughter; I suppose, of course, you won't wear skirts, Although I think you oughter.”
LADY--What! You here again? I don't believe you have done a thing all Summer.
TRAMP--You do me an injustice, mum. I jist finished doin' thirty days.
”Betty, why do you sit up at this hour of the night darning your stockings?” said mother, sharply; ”don't you know it's 12 o'clock?”
”Oh, yes,” laughed Betty, ”but it's never too late to mend!”
”Now, why,” remarked the little dog, in speaking to the tree, ”Would you say that the heart of you is like the tail of me?”
The tree gave the conundrum up. The pup, with wisdom dark, Explained the matter saying, ”It is farthest from the bark.”