THE HONEYMOON.
He—O, my darling, you are so much better than I am, and I am so unworthy of you!
She—Love, I don't see what you can find about me to love!
She—I don't see why I ever married such a brute. I am going straight home to mother.
He—Brute, eh? I want you to understand, young woman, that I only married you out of pity.
—Lawrence American.