A facetious minister at Ocean Grove took a little sirl on his knee und eaid: "I don't love you, Nellie." All the ladies on the breeze-swept verandah laughed, but little Nellie frowned and said: "You've sot (o love me. you've got tn." "Got lo? How so?" lauehod the divine. "Because," said Nellie stoutly, "you've sot to lovo them that hato m—and I hate you, goodness knowa!".
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Dominion, Volume 11, Issue 221, 6 June 1918, Page 5
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