Mistress—“You don’t seem to know anything about finger-bowls, Norah. Did they not have them at the last place where you worked?”
Maid—“No, ma’am. They usually washed themselves before they came to the table.”
MISUNDERSTOOD.
Silas B. Quick (marooned in small Irish hotel)—“Say! What mails d’yew get here!”
Pat—“Breakfast, dinner and tay, yer honor.”
Casey’s wife is anxious to be a society woman and the Ancient Order of the Knights of the Golden Hod were going to give their annual riot—I mean ball—and as Casey is the chief hod—I mean knight—of course he had to be there and his wife wanted to shine—of course Casey’s a shine but—said she to Casey: “I’m going to have a new dress for the ball. I’m going to have the bias cut and flounced with crepe de chene and with Charlotte rucheing around the neck—and—”