Mr. T. Exactly! the match of course! Sophronia, I suggest we try welding. The soft solder of diplomacy may result in the union called matrimony.
Mrs. T. Girls, do you hear that? Never marry a man who thinks he is funny. It is an incurable vice that breaks out at unexpected moments, to your utter confusion.
Mr. T. But, ladies, I protest I am not funny.
Mrs. T. We agree there.
Mr. T. Can you not distinguish between a well-turned sentence and—
Mrs. T. A small pun. Josiah, if you were a man of action you would do something instead of asking useless questions.
Mr. T. I don’t care to go into action twice in the same day.
Mrs. T-K. (Groans.) I think it’s a shame!
Angie. It’s funny.
Mrs. T. (Severely.) So your father appears to think. What is to be done? That is the question.