A Dear Little Fellow

: Mrs. Hendricks (to husband)- Bobby asked me last night if God sent the rain, and on my telling him yes, said he snpposed ho must pour it down through tho stars. Dear little fellow. Mr. Hendrieks- Yes; Bobby is a nicelitt)e Kow, wbo the mischief filled my Bhoe fnll of banana skins? Mrs. Hondricks- Oh, I snppose it was