"The right hand, of course."
"W-well, that is y-your p-peculiarity; most p-people u-use a t-teaspoon."
The second course of the table d'hote was being served.
"What is this leathery stuff?" demanded the corpulent diner.
"That, sir, is filet of sole," replied the waiter.
"Take it away," said the corpulent diner, "and see if you can't get me a nice, tender piece of the upper, with the buttons removed."
"Gracious," exclaimed Mr. Swellman, "The baby has eaten a lot of that dog biscuit."
"Never mind, dear," replied Mrs. Swellman. "It just serves Fido right, for he's often stolen the baby's food—haven't you, Fido? 'Oo naughty 'ittle rogue, 'oo!"