prised his íather tlie otker ilay by asking: "Father. do you like mothor ?" "Why, yes, of course." "And she likes you .?" "Of course, she does." "Did she ever say bo?" "Many a time, my son." "Did slie marry you beeausfc slie loved you?" "Certainly, fíhe did." The boy looked tlie oíd man over and aíter a long pause asked: "Well, was she as near-siglited tlien as she is now ?"