At the Railway Station
L:—“Ah, how do you do, my dear sir; where do you come from?”
D:—“From Karlsbad.”
L:—“Well, how did the waters agree with you?”
D:—“Not very well. I was there six weeks and am still as stout as ever. Towards the last I drank fourteen cups of water a day, and still did not lose anything to speak of.”
L:—“You should have gone to Wiesbaden. I was there only two days, didn’t drink anything, and yet lost everything.”