Mr. B. Have you a strawberry mark on your left arm?
Artist. Nature has ornamented me in the manner you describe.
Mr. B. Are you short-sighted in your left eye?
Artist. Such is my affliction.
Mr. B. Do you snore at nights?
Artist. So I have been informed by the people over the way, who have sent over several times to expostulate with me in the most offensive terms possible.
Mr. B. And sleep late in the morning?
Artist. I do.
Mr. B. (rushing forward.) My long-lost son!
Artist. Excuse me for one moment. Have you a gooseberry bush on your left arm?