“Where did you meet him?”
“How long was your father in the penitentiary?”
“Ten years.”
“They weren’t in a hurry to let him out, were they?”
“No, you have to take your time there.”
The other day I started on a business trip and told my wife I would not be home that night. I missed the train and arrived home at about eleven o’clock. My wife in answer to my ring called down: “Is that you, Jack?” I remain at home now.
P. S.—My name is Bill.