"You're a nincompoop, a liar and hoss-thief."
The other man protested, with a whine in his voice:
"Sech talk ain't nice—and, anyhow, 'tain't fair twittin' on facts."
FASHION
After years of endeavor in poverty, the inventor made a success, and came running home with pockets bulging real money. He joyously strewed thousand-dollar bills in his wife's lap, crying:
"Now, at last, my dear, you will be able to buy you some decent clothes."
"I'll do nothing of the kind," was the sharp retort. "I'll get the same kind the other women are wearing."
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"The naked hills lie wanton to the breeze,