An Old Friend.

The very mean young lover approached the darling of his heart.

“Did you have any Christmas cards?” he asked.

“Yes, several,” replied the young lady. “There was one I liked especially. It wasn't signed—I thought that very artistic. I think you must have sent it.”

“Really,” exclaimed the youth happily. What makes you think that?”

“Well, you see,” smiled the girl very sweetly, “because I remember sending it to you last Christmas.”

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