I was at a reception, and having wandered in the conservatory thought myself alone, until I heard low voices behind some shrubbery.
Of course a pair of turtledoves had secreted themselves there to bill and coo—the cooing would end at the altar, but every married man knows the billing keeps right along.
Pretty soon I heard the happy youth say:
"Dearest, how do you know that you truly love me?"
And then she answered innocently:
"Why, George, don't you see, ever since I met you I've grown to admire ears that stand out."
When that girl gets married I don't think she'll need any assistance in her household work.
We changed help the other day.