One evening the doctor was waiting for the stork at a farmhouse some miles from home. He concluded to telephone his wife as it might be several hours before he got in. He rang and put the receiver to his ear:
“Did you put your washin' out today?”
“No, did you?”
“No, I thought it looked too rainy.”
“So did I. I hope it'll clear up by mornin'.”
“Have you got your baby to sleep yet?”
“Land! yes. He goes to sleep right after supper.”
“Mine's not that kind of a kid. He's wider awake than any of us this minute.”
“Got your dress cut out?”
“No, maybe I'll git around to it tomorrow afternoon, if I don't have forty other things to do.”