One Idea of It.
Farmer Railfence—Just think, Maria! Squire Hawkins has built himself a thirty-thousand-dollar house, and I'll be blamed if he's got any decent glass in the whole of it.
Maria—What's he got, Ephraim?
Farmer Railfence—Paper says stained glass from cellar to garret. Nice glass, Maria, wouldn't have cost but little more than a lot of worthless stained stuff.
—Rochester Budget.
Ancient Mariner—Yes, mister, it was just down there the Mary Ann wrecked.
Doodle—Aw' me boy; sit down and tell me about it.