In a moment the waiter returned.
Excuse me, sir, but what did you say about them eggs?
I merely told you to eliminate them.
Yes, sir. And he hurried away to the kitchen.
In two minutes he came back once more, leaned confidently and penitently over the table and said—
We had a bad accident this morning, sir, an’ the limitator got busted off, right at the handle. Will you take them fried, same as this gentleman?
J. M. Carter, the well known architect of New York, once went into the country to look at an opera-house that was to be enlarged and altered. The owner of the place stood on the stage, and Carter walked about the auditorium. We talked in loud tones, but though I was only half way back I could hardly hear the man.
The acoustics are bad here. Let’s go outside, I shouted finally.
What? said the owner.