"I called, doctor, to ascertain if you could tell me who was the mother-in-law of Moses."
"Well, really," said the doctor, "there isn't much preference. Some like one kind of roses and some like another. A very good variety of the pink rose is the Duke of Cambridge; grows large, bears early and has very fine perfume. The Hercules is also excellent, but you must manure it well and water it often."
"I didn't ask about roses, but Moses. You make a mistake," shouted
Peter.
"Oh, of course! by all means. Train them up to a stake if you want to.
The wind don't blow them about so and they send out more shoots."
"You misunderstand me," yelled Mr. Lamb. "I asked about Moses, not roses. I want to know who was the mother-in-law of Moses."
"Oh yes; certainly. Excuse me; I thought you were inquiring about roses. The law of Moses was the foundation of the religion of the Jews. You can find it in full in the Pentateuch. It is admirable—very admirable—for the purpose for which it was ordained. We, of course, have outlived that dispensation, but it still contains many things that are useful to us, as, for instance, the—"
"Was Moses married?" shrieked Mr. Lamb.
"Married? Oh, yes; the name of his father-in-law, you know, was
Jethro, and—"
"Who was his wife?"
"Why, she was the daughter of Jethro, of course. I said Jethro was his father-in-law."