A CLEAN SLATE.
Botha (to himself). "I BEG TO PRESENT YOU WITH THIS TOKEN OF MY SINCERE APPROBATION."
Himself (to Botha). "I ACCEPT IT IN THE SPIRIT IN WHICH IT IS GIVEN."
Crafty Neighbor (to stout old lady who has just entered carriage with four on each side). "Excuse me, Mum, but you'll find more room on the other side—there are only four there."
Old Lady. "Thankee, Sir, so there be; I 'adn't noticed." (Changes over.)