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HE Misses White were calling on a new neighbor, and while they were awaiting her appearance a small girl came into the room, evidently bent upon the rescue of a doll recently abandoned there.

Naturally she was viewed with some curiosity, and one of the callers, secure in the child's obviously tender age, spelled a low-voiced comment—"Not very p-r-e-t-t-y!"

To her horror the small maiden paused on the threshold, and fixing a contemptuous eye upon the culprit, remarked, with lofty composure, "No, not very p-r-e-t-t-y, but rather s-m-a-r-t!"

AMMA," little Marion asked, after a thoughtful silence, "can the Lord see us here?"

"Yes, dear."

"Can He see grandma out on the farm?"

"Of course."

"And can He see Uncle George in Manila?"

"Yes, dear. Why?"

"Well, mamma, the Lord must have a neck like a giraffe."

OROTHY, aged five: "Mamma, if I grow up and marry a man named Harry, will my name be Harriet?"