“You say Garston made a complete confession? What did he get—five years?”
“No, fifty dollars. He confessed to the magazines.”—Puck.
Little Ethel had been brought up with a firm hand and was always taught to report misdeeds promptly. One afternoon she came sobbing penitently to her mother.
“Mother, I—I broke a brick in the fireplace.”
“Well, it might be worse. But how on earth did you do it, Ethel?”
“I pounded it with your watch.”
“Confession is good for the soul.”
“Yes, but it’s bad for the reputation.”
