The young lady worker for the Sunday school called on the newly wedded pair.
“I am endeavoring to secure new scholars,” she explained. “Won’t you send your children?”
When she was informed that there were no children in the family as yet, she continued brightly:
“But won’t you please send them when you do have them?”
* * *
The Sunday-school teacher examined his new class.
“Who made the world?” he demanded. Nobody seemed to know. He repeated the question somewhat sternly. As the silence persisted, he frowned and spoke with increased severity:
“Children, I must know who made the world!”
Then, at last, a small boy piped up in much agitation:
“Oh, sir, please, sir, it wasn’t me!”