THE TABLES TURNED
Tired Daughters.—"Don't you think we might go now, mamma? It's three o'clock."
Festive Mamma.—"Oh, that's not so very late, darlings.... Mayn't I have one more dance?"
A SLEEPY HOLLOW IN THE OLD COUNTRY
(The Common Room at St. Morpheus, Oxbridge.)
First Tutor (waking up, and languidly helping himself to his modest glass of claret).—"Ah! I like a little sleep after dinner.... It makes one ready for one's wine!"
Second Tutor.—"Well, I like a little sleep before dinner best!"
The Master.—"Pooh! Talk to me of the after-breakfast sleep in term-time! That's what I enjoy!!"
