Mr. Merwin took it.


Grace's uncle met her on the street one spring day and asked her
whether she was going out with a picnic party from her school.

"No," replied his eight-year-old niece, "I ain't going."

"My dear," said the uncle, "you must not say, 'I ain't going.' You
must say, 'I am not going.'" And he proceeded to give her a little
lesson in grammar: "'You are not going. He is not going. We are not
going. You are not going. They are not going.' Now, can you say all
that?"

"Sure I can," responded Grace quite heartily. "There ain't nobody
going."--_Harper's_.


"What is the plural of man, Willie?" asked the teacher of a small
pupil.

"Men," answered Willie.

"And, the plural of child?"

"Twins," was the unexpected reply.


A colored woman one day visited the court-house in a Tennessee town
and said to the judge: