Friendship
The kindly lady accosted the little boy on the beach, who stood with downcast head, and grinding his toes into the sand and looking very miserable and lonely indeed.
“Haven’t you anybody to play with?” she inquired sympathetically.
The boy shook his head forlornly, as he explained:
“I have one friend—but I hate him!”
The clergyman on his vacation wrote a long letter concerning his traveling experiences to be circulated among the members of the congregation. The letter opened in this form:
“Dear Friends:
“I will not address you as ladies and gentlemen, because I know you so well.”