By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 05, 2016 Quarrelsome “But why did you leave your last place?” the lady asked the would-be cook. “To tell the truth, mum, I just couldn’t stand the way the master an’ the missus used to quarrel, mum.” “Dear me! Do you mean to say that they actually used to quarrel?” “Yis, mum, all the time. When it wasn’t me an’ him, it was me an’ her.” Where Willie Was “Why are you moping there, ...
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