Thursday, 18 October 2012
A little girl from the East Side was invited to a garden party given by a very aristocratic lady to a group of little East-Siders. The little girl, as she drank her tea and ate her plum-cake on a velvet lawn under a white-blooming cherry tree, said to her hostess: Does your husband drink? Why-er-no, not to excess, was the astonished reply. How much does he make? He doesn't work, said the lady. He
