Mrs. T. Now, Josiah, don’t try to be funny. When you try to be funny the effect is painful. Husband, do you realize the calamity that has befallen us?
Mr. T. Yes, I guess you mean the window.
Mrs. T. The window—indeed! Oh, the obtuseness of men! Mr. Topp has proposed for the hand of the wrong girl.
Mr. T. No!
Mrs. T. No! Is that all you can say? You never say anything but no.
Mr. T. My dear, no is a very convenient little particle to calk chinks in a colloquy.
Mrs. T. This can never be repaired.
Mr. T. The window?
Mrs. T. Don’t talk eternally of that window. The match!