Part 52 (2/2)
”Why not?”
”You'll ruin the coat of your stomach.”
”Oh, well-it's an old coat, anyhow.”
”Why do they make those Oriental pipes with bowls as big as water pitchers?” asked the inquisitive girl.
”Those,” answered the wise woman, ”are for men who have promised that they will confine their smoking to one pipe after each meal.”
The detective at the boarding house table having satisfied himself that n.o.body had observed him, folded up his magnifying gla.s.s and put it back in his pocket.
”Yes,” he said to himself, ”they've got the same girl they had when I was here two years ago. I recognize her thumb print in the b.u.t.ter.”
”Pa, what branches did you take when you went to school?”
”I never went to high school, son, but when I attended the little log school-house they used mostly hickory and beech and willow.”
”Did you ever consider the case of the boy who stood on the burning deck?”
”Not particularly. Why?”
”Well, the game was poker and the hand had been dealt from the burning deck was a corker; so, as he didn't want to lose any chances, he--but you see?”
”I don't know as I do.”
”Why, he stood pat.”
The Governess--What happened when the man killed the goose that laid the golden egg, Margie?
Little Margie--Why, I guess his goose was cooked.
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