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Show Scotch Repartee. If old Garge Jones was the most inquisitivo man in the village, Tom Morton was certainly the surliest. Ono afternoon as Garge perambulated slowly slow-ly along the one narrow street, he paused at Tom's garden fence and gazed inquiringly over at Tom, who was busily nailing a very large box together. "Afternoon, Tom!" said tha old chap genially. "Whatever be 'oa puttin' that great box together for?" Tom paused in his hammoring long enough to retort curtly: "To hold all your questions, if so be as it's big enough!" Garge eyed him in pained silence for a few momenta. Then ha took an empty match box from hla pocket and threw it ovor to Sandy. "Then that'll do for yer civil answers, if so be as it's small enough!" he retorted re-torted quietly. |