No Time to Lose
A young Houston mother rushed into die house the other day in the utmost excitement, calling out to her mother to put an iron on the fire as quick as possible.
“What is the matter?” asked the old lady.
“A dog has just bitten Tommy, and I am afraid it was mad. Oh, hurry up, mother; be as quick as you can!”
“Are you going to try to cauterize the wound?”
“No—I’ve got to iron that blue skirt before I can wear it to go after the doctor. Do be in a hurry.”