Mother, reprovingly - Every doli you hav...

Mother, reprovingly - Every doli you have has lost an arm, or a leg, or a head, and some have nothing1 left but the body. Now what are you going to do? Little Ethel, thoughtfully - I don't know, unless I play dime museum. Lady, engaging servant - Have you any references? Raw Country Girl- What be them, marm? Lady- Why, can you teil me any people who know your character? Raw Country Girl, grinning - Yes, surely; but I bean't so illy as to teil yel 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 ■habita frono. the hea.thn. "