And how do you like Kipling? he asked.
I kippled an hour only yesterday, was her unblushing reply.
Smith—Well, but if you can’t bear her, whatever made you propose?
Jones—Well, we had danced three times, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Francis Wilson tells an anecdote of Mark Twain’s aversion to barbers. It appears that a barber having kept Mr. Clemens in the chair for more than the usual period at length finished shaving him and said, Shall I go over it again?
No, drawled Mark, I heard every damned word of it.