"Now, Uncle Titus! You finished next."
"My question is a very comprehensive one," said Uncle Titus, "with a very concise and suggestive word. 'How wags the world?' 'Slambang.'"
"'The world wags on
With lies and slang;
With show and vanity,
Pride and inanity,
Greed and insanity,
And a great slambang!'"
"That's only one verse," said Miss Craydocke. "There's another; but he didn't write it down."
Uncle Titus laughed, and tossed his Crambo on the table. "It's true, so far, anyway," said he.
"So far is hardly ever quite true," said Miss Craydocke
Lilian Ashburne had to answer the question whether she had ever read "Young's Night Thoughts;" and her word was "Comet."
"'Pray might I be allowed a pun,
To help me through with just this one?
I've tried to read Young's Thoughts of Night,
But never yet could come it, quite.'"
"O, O, O! That's just like Lilian, with her soft little 'prays' and 'allow me's,' and her little pussy-cat ways of sliding through tight places, just touching her whiskers!"
"It's quite fair," said Lilian, smiling, "to slide through if you can."