Played Them Both Up


A small boy was playing with an iron hoop in the street, when suddenly

it bounced through the railings and broke the kitchen window of one of

the areas. The lady of the house waited with anger in her eyes for the

appearance of the hoop's owner. He arrived.



"Please, I've broken your window," he said, "and father's come to mend

it."



Sure enough the boy was followed by a man, who at once set to work,

while the boy, taking his hoop, ran off. The window finished, the man

said:



"That'll be three shillings, mum."



"Three shillings!" gasped the woman. "But your son broke it. The little

fellow with the hoop. You're his father, aren't you?"



The man shook his head.



"Never seen him before," he said. "He came round to my place and said

his mother wanted her window mended. You're his mother, aren't you?"



And the good woman could only shake her head; for once words failed her.



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