A MINISTER was one Sabbath examining a Sunday school in catechism before
the congregation. The usual question was put to the first girl, a
strapper, who usually assisted her father, who was a publican, in
waiting upon customers.
"What is your name?"
No reply.
"What is your name?" he repeated,
"None of your fun, Mr. Minister," said the girl; "you know my name well
enough. Don't you say when you come to our house on a night, 'Bet, bring
me some more ale?'"
The congregation, forgetting the sacredness of the place, were in a
broad grin, and the parson looked daggers.