OCR Text |
Show Rarely Disturbed. Two spiders who dwelt in different parts of a church chanced to meet together to-gether in the aisle one day when out for a constitutional. "How are you getting on?" said spider No. 1 to spider No. 2. "Oh, moderately," was the reply; "1 don't feel very comfortable on Sun days; I live in the pulpit, under the cushion, and on that day the parson comes and bangs the book, and sends his fists on the side, and I have to keep very close or else some day I think he'll hit me. He bangs with such force that I know he'll squash me to a jelly." "Oh, you come and live with me," said his companion. "I'm never troubled; I'm always comfortable, and never disturbed from one year's end to the other." "Indeed," said the other spider; "and where do you live?" "Oh, I live in the poorbox," was the reply. Judge. |