“But, Murphy, that makes only $32.  What did you do with the other $3?” Murphy thought.  Then he shook his head slowly and said: 

“I dunno, colonel, I reckon I must have squandered that money foolishly.”

FAILURES

Little Ikey came up to his father with a very solemn face.  “Is it true, father,” he asked, “that marriage is a failure?”

His father surveyed him thoughtfully for a moment.  “Well, Ikey,” he finally replied, “If you get a rich wife, it’s almost as good as a failure.”

FAITH

Faith is that quality which leads a man to expect that his flowers and garden will resemble the views shown on the seed packets.—­Country Life in America.

“What is faith, Johnny?” asks the Sunday school teacher.

“Pa says,” answers Johnny, “that it’s readin’ in the papers that the price o’ things has come down, an expectin’ to find it true when the bills comes in.”

Faith is believing the dentist when he says it isn’t going to hurt.

“As I understand it, Doctor, if I believe I’m well, I’ll be well.  Is that the idea?”

“It is.”

“Then, if you believe you are paid, I suppose you’ll be paid.”

“Not necessarily.”

“But why shouldn’t faith work as well in one case as in the other?”

“Why, you see, there is considerable difference between having faith in Providence and having faith in you.”—­Horace Zimmerman.

Mother had been having considerable argument with her infant daughter as to whether the latter was going to be left alone in a dark room to go to sleep.  As a clincher, the mother said:  “There is no reason at all why you should be afraid.  Remember that God is here all the time, and, besides, you have your dolly.  Now go to sleep like a good little girl.”  Twenty minutes later a wail came from upstairs, and mother went to the foot of the stairs to pacify her daughter.  “Don’t cry,” she said; “remember what I told you—­God is there with you and you have your dolly.”  “But I don’t want them,” wailed the baby; “I want you, muvver; I want somebody here that has got a skin face on them.”

  Faith is a fine invention
    For gentlemen who see;
  But Microscopes are prudent
    In an emergency.

  —­Emily Dickinson.

FAITHFULNESS

A wizened little Irishman applied for a job loading a ship.  At first they said he was too small, but he finally persuaded them to give him a trial.  He seemed to be making good, and they gradually increased the size of his load until on the last trip he was carrying a 300-pound anvil under each arm.  When he was half-way across the gangplank it broke and the Irishman fell in.  With a great splashing and spluttering he came to the surface.