“My wife was very sick the other night and I thought she would die. She moaned and groaned and tossed about and kicked all the bed covers off her.”
“Well, what then?”
“I put the covers back and then she recovered.”
“I want a dog-collar.”
“Yes, sir,” replied the absent-minded man behind the counter. “What size shirt do you wear?”
“That’s a mighty becoming dress you are wearing.”
“Becoming? Why, it hides my figure completely!”
“That’s what I said.”