"Mother!" exclaimed Mr. Smithers, as he came into the parlor about supper time one winter evening, "that boy's a fool."
Mrs. Smithers, who was a quiet-looking, blond little woman, about thirty-five years of age, looked up from a book she was reading, and regarded her husband with a weary air.
"What boy?" she asked, languidly.
"As if you didn't know?" replied Mr. Smithers.
"We have two," she said, calmly.
"Oh, that boy, Tommy."
"What has he done now?"
"Done! why he is always doing something absurd. I told him this morning, before I went out, to cut up all the wood in the yard."
