Mother, reproving-ly- Every doll you have has lost an arm, or a leg, or a head, and some have nothing left but the body. Now what are you going to do? LittJe Ethel, thoughtiully - I don't know, unless I play dime museum. Lady, engaging servan t - Have you any references? Eaw Country Girl - What be them, marm? Lady - )Vhy, can you teil me any people who know your character? Eaw Country Girl, grinning - Yes, surely; but I bean't so silly as to teil ye! Hazel had been to missionary meeting. Her prayers were apt to mirror the impressions of the day, and this is what her mother -heard at bedtime: "Oh, Lord, I 'spose you know 'bout these missionaries, and, Oh, Lord, please don't let 'em learn any bad habits from the heathen." Quarryman, coinmissioned to break the news gently- Did ye hear that foine blast, mum? Woman - Indade I did. It froightened me. "Would Oi had been near ye to protect ye, mum. It's just such a fine lookin' woman as you Oi loik to protect, mum. It's me yez ought to marry." "It's you ought to be kilt entoirely for tolkin' that way an' me married to a foine mon like Micky Finnegan." "Och, ye naden't moind about him, mum. He was kilt by th' blast." New shoes can be worn with as much ease as old ones if they are stuffed to the shape of the foot with cloth or paper and then patiently sponged with hot water. Or if they pinch in some particular spot a cloth wet with hot water and laid across the place wül cause immediateand lasting relief.