"Your pa don't make any money," said Wilbur, scornfully, to Polly.
"No, he don't; but I tell you one thing, Wilbur Jones, he earns a lot!"
"What did your papa get on Christmas, Billy?"
"Well, little chap," said the stranger in the family, picking up one of the children, "what are you going to be when you're a man?"
"Because," said the child, "I'm only a little girl."
"Do you think your mamma loves you, Polly?" asked Polly's mother, hugging the little girl up tight.
"I am so glad. And how do you know it, Polly?"
"It's all pa's fault," said Jimmie. "When I grow up I want to be able to tell my boys what I did when I was little--the way papa does."
End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Round Table, January 26, 1897, by Various