The small boy stood at the garden gate and howled and howled and howled.
A passing lady paused beside him.
What's the matter, little man? she asked in a kindly voice.
O-o-oh! wailed the youngster. "Pa and ma won't take me to the pictures to-night."
But don't make such a noise, said the dame, admonishingly. "Do they ever take you when you cry like that?"
S-sometimes they do, an'�an' sometimes they d-d-don't, bellowed the boy. "But it ain't no trouble to yell!"