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Show Childish Sayings. From Boston comes the tale of some children whose tender mother had promised them a bedtime story, a promise held in abeyance by the inopportune in-opportune appearance of visitors. Appeals Ap-peals for drinks of water and even for a chance to say certain forgotten prayers proving futile, the eldest boy, aged seven, played his trump card in a final effort to lure the dear mother upstairs. "1 guess you'd better come up for a minute or two If you can, momsle," lie pleaded over the bannisters In a shrill whisper, "for the baby's nose Is coming awfully nnwiped." "Mother." sighed young Michael, weary little mainstay of that mother in the matter of caring for the already g; nerous quota of household blessings, bless-ings, "I don't waul lo seem mean when you're just getting over such a bad headache, but I don't think you ought to have let the doctor play it off on us like this, even if we do owe him money. We've got plenty of children, chil-dren, anyway, without even one more baby, and 1 do think you needn't have taken two." |
