When the horses entered upon their tenth mile, the Baron resumed his examination:
“Children all well?”
“All well and happy, except János and Maritzka, who were burned.”
“Burned, oh Lord! And the Baroness, my wife?”
“Oh, she is better off than any of us. God has her in His holy keeping. She was burned to death. Yes, indeed, she died with her mother and in her arms.”
“This is what I call breaking the news gently,” said Mark.
DUKES AND UNBORN CAR HORSES
I told Mark Twain of the Princes and Dukes of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, “in meeting assembled” at London, who had protested against the expulsion of their kinsman, Dom Pedro, from the throne of Brazil.
“Just as efficacious as if the car horses that remain unbred since the arrival of the trolley sued the Brooklyn Rapid Transit, or the Third Avenue electric line, for murder,” snapped Mark.