“Mother of John!” he cried. “Not in America, lass! It’s forbid by the Constitution.”
“How’s that?”
“It’s the law of the land that prohibits cruel and unjust punishments.”
“That’s true,” she recovered quickly, “but for the minute I wasn’t thinkin’ of myself.”
“Oh! oh!” he cried, acknowledging the hit.
“It would be a kind of slow female suicide, now wouldn’t it, Jerry?”
“That’s not a bad definition of marriage,” commented Jerry thoughtfully; “at least in the majority of cases that we see about us.”
“What’s a good definition of marriage?” inquired Jawn.
“A kind of slow female suicide.”
“Help! Help!” cried Jawn. “They’re both against me! I’m in the lair of the professional man-hater. Which leads me to ask a connundrum——”