Bride: "Don't I, dear? But why did you think I should look tired?"
Little Girl: "Well, I heard Mummy say to Dad that you'd been running after Mr. Goldmore for months and months."
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A SUBTLE DISTINCTION
"I say—come and dance. This is a toppin' fox-trot they're playin'."
"Thanks—but I'm only waltzing this evening. We're still in mourning, you know."
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Specialist (to patient suffering from insomnia): "And did you try my plan of counting sheep coming through a gate?"
Patient: "Well, I counted up to a hundred and twenty thousand and thirty-nine, and then it was time to get up."
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