'"
All the ladies on the breeze-swept veranda laughed, but little Nellie
frowned and said:
"'You've got to love me. You've got to.'"
"'Got to? How so?'" laughed the divine.
"'Because,' said Nellie stoutly, 'you've got to love them that hate
you--and I hate you, goodness knows!'"
"The Bible tells us we should love our neighbors," said the good
deacon.
"Yes, but the Bible was written before our neighbors lived so close,"
replied the mere man.
WILLIE--"Paw, why is the way of the transgressor hard?"
PAW--"Because so many people have tramped on it, my son."
Little Marie was sitting on her grandfather's knee one day, and after
looking at him intently for a time she said:
"Grandpa, were you in the ark?"
"Certainly not, my dear," answered the astonished old man.
"Then why weren't you drowned?"
A bashful curate found the young ladies in the parish too helpful. At
last it became so embarrassing that he left.
Not long afterward--he met the curate who had succeeded him.
"Well," he asked, "how do you get on with the ladies?"
"Oh, very well indeed," said the other. "There is safety in numbers,
you know."
"Ah!" was the instant reply. "I only found it in Exodus.
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