A tall, strong man walked into a shop.
I want to get a set of lady’s furs, he said.
What kind? asked the male salesman.
That brown set in the window will do if it’s not too dear, replied the tall, strong man.
Oh, you mean skunk? said the salesman.
The salesman is still in the hospital.
Miss Fleyme—Oh, Mr. Nocoyne, how lovely of you to bring me these beautiful roses! How sweet they are—and how fresh! I do believe there is a little dew on them yet!
Mr. Nocoyne—W-well, yes—there is; but I’ll pay it to-morrow.