THE MURMUR OF THE TIED
Extra Special.—Paterfamilias (inspecting bill, to landlady). I thought you said, Mrs. Buggins, when I took these apartments, that there were no extras, but here I find boots, lights, cruets, fire, table-linen, sheets, blankets and kitchen fire charged.
Mrs. Buggins. Lor' bless you, sir, they're not extras, but necessaries.
Paterfamilias. What, then, do you consider extras?
Mrs. Buggins. Well, sir, that's a difficult question to answer, but I should suggest salad oil, fly-papers, and turtle soup.
[Paterfamilias drops the subject and pays his account.
