_Mother:_ "Why, what's the matter, darling?"
_Small daughter_ (_tearfully_): "Oh, Mums, I do so want to give this
worm to my hen."
_Mother:_ "Then why don't you?"
_Small daughter_ (_with renewed wails_): "'C-cos I'm so afraid the worm
won't like it."
* * *
"Does God make lions, Mother?"
"Yes, dear."
"But isn't he frightened to?"
* * *
"Excuse me, officer, but have you seen any pickpockets about here with a
handkerchief marked 'Susan'?"
* * *
_Mrs. Green to Mrs. Jones_ (_who is gazing at an aeroplane_): "My word!
I shouldn't care for one of _them_ flying things to settle on me."
* * *
_The Woman:_ "Jazz stockings are the latest thing, dear. Here's a
picture of a girl with them on."
_The Man:_ "What appalling rot! Er--after you with the paper."
* * *
_Small Invalid_ (_to visitor_): "I've had a lot of diseases in my
time--measles--whooping-cough--influenza--tonsilitis--but (_modestly_) I
haven't had dropsy yet."
* * *