"Well, I guess I've raised a good many families, sir."
On the train I met a man I used to know.
After we had been chatting about generations a while, I asked:
"How about that wedding out in your town that I saw mentioned in the papers—did it come off without a hitch?"
"Well, I guess so."
"Everybody pleased, of course, as usual?"
"Everybody nothing, everybody as mad as hornets, you mean. The groom didn't show up, the bride got screeching hysterics, and the father's been prowling round with a shotgun ever since," said my friend.
"But see here—you said it went off well?" I broke in.