The prosy old parson was coming and his hostess carefully drilled her
daughter to answer the string of questions he always asked every little
girl: (1) “What is your name?” (2) “How old are you?” (3) “Are you a good
little girl?” (4) “Do you know where bad little girls go?”
But the little girl was overtrained and when the reverend visitor began
by asking her her name, she spilled all the answers at once in a single
breath.
“Dorothy, sir; six years old, sir; yes, sir; go to hell, sir.”
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