Little Ralph belonged to a family of five. One morning he came into the house carrying five stones which he brought to his mother, saying:
“Look, mother, here are tombstones for each one of us.”
The mother, counting them, said:
“Here is one for father, dear! Here is one for mother! Here is brother’s! Here is the baby’s; but there is none for Delia, the maid.”
Ralph was lost in thought for a moment, then cheerfully cried:
“Oh, well, never mind, mother; Delia can have mine, and I’ll live!”
