A little Boston girl with exquisitely long golden curls and quite an angelic appearance in general, came in from an afternoon walk with her nurse and said to her mother, "Oh, Mamma, a strange woman on the street said to me, 'My, but ain't you got beautiful hair!'"
The mother smiled, for the compliment was well merited, but she gasped as the child innocently continued her account:
"I said to her, 'I am very glad to have you like my hair, but I am sorry to hear you use the word "ain't"!'" - E. R. Bickford.
