“Rather a painful old party, your cousin?” inquired the physician, smilingly, of Clyde.
“Old? Twenty-two,” said Mrs. Clyde. “But she looks fifty and feels a hundred.”
“Allowing for feminine exaggeration,” amended Clyde.
“But what’s so wrong with her?” demanded the physician.
“Nerves,” said Mrs. Clyde.
“Stomach,” said Mr. Clyde.
“Headaches,” said Mrs. Clyde.
“Toe-aches,” said Mr. Clyde.
“Too much money,” said Mrs. Clyde.
“Too much ego,” said Mr. Clyde.