She—John, do you think that this hat is becoming to me?
He—I expect so, for the bill will be coming to me.
Mrs. Wade Parker—Do you take a Sunday paper?
Mrs. Glen Villers—We do if we get up before our next-door neighbors.
A young lady was caressing a pretty spaniel, and murmuring, I do love a nice dog! Ah! sighed a dandy, standing near; I would I were a dog. Never mind, retorted the young lady, sharply, you’ll grow!
Mrs. Knicker—Weren’t you frightened when the bull bellowed at you on account of your new dress?