Charley. “Well, you crouch down behind a thick stone wall and make a noise like a turnip.”
Annabel. “O—h!” (thinks it over).
Mr. Brown (to Mrs. B.) “Isn’t this blackberry jam delicious, sweetness?” (Gives her a spoonful.) “But you’d know it reminds me of a painful blunder I made once when visiting the country, which I never want to repeat.”
Mrs. Brown. “Dear me! Did you mistake a stranger for an acquaintance, honey?”
Mr. Brown. “No, not exactly that, but I mistook a bumblebee for a blackberry.”
Mrs. Brown. “Oh, my!”
Annabel (to Charley). “I can tell you a better way to catch ’em.”
Charley. “Catch what?”
Annabel. “Why, them rabbits.”
Charley. “How now?”