Her Age
“You are thirty years old?” asked a magistrate of a lady whose deposition he was taking down.
“No, twenty,” she answered.
“But I was born in the same year you were.”
“Oh, well,” said the lady, snappishly, “you probably lived faster than I!”
“You are thirty years old?” asked a magistrate of a lady whose deposition he was taking down.
“No, twenty,” she answered.
“But I was born in the same year you were.”
“Oh, well,” said the lady, snappishly, “you probably lived faster than I!”