A Bad Night
The boy who had “made good” in town asked his old mother to come to London. He gave the old lady the best room in the hotel—one with a private bath adjoining. The next morning the boy asked:
“Did you have a good night’s rest?”
“Well, no, I didn’t,” she replied. “The room was all right, and the bed was pretty. But I couldn’t sleep very much, for I was afraid someone would want to take a bath, and the only way to it was through my room!”