“Faith an’ thot was no great jump,” commented Jerry, “considerin’ the runnin’ sthart ye had.”
Quite recently an old friend of the Browns went to see them at their new country home. As he approached the house a large dog ran out to the gate and began barking at him through the fence.
As he hesitated about opening the gate, Brown’s wife came to the door and exclaimed: “How do you do! Come right in. Don’t mind the dog.”
“But won’t he bite?” exclaimed the friend, not anxious to meet the canine without some assurance of his personal safety.
“That’s just what I want to find out,” exclaimed Mrs. Brown. “I just bought him this morning.”
The late Julian Ralph, one of the most gifted newspaper men of his generation, while being shaved one day, was forced to listen to many of the barber’s anecdotes.
Stopping to strop his razor, and prepared, with brush in hand to recommence, he said, “Shall I go over it again?”