The small boy stood at the garden gate and howled and howled and howled.
A passing lady paused beside him.
"What's the matter, little man?" she asked in a kindly voice.
"O-o-oh!" wailed the youngster. "Pa and ma won't take me to the pictures
to-night."
"But don't make such a noise," said the dame, admonishingly. "Do they
ever take you when you cry like that?"
"S-sometimes they do, an'--an' sometimes they d-d-don't," bellowed the
boy. "But it ain't no trouble to yell!"