“Will you please say that again?” he asked, leaning a trifle forward.
The girl went through the list at lightning rate. “And strawberry shortcake,” she concluded with emphasis.
“Would you mind doing it once more?” he said.
The waitress looked her disgust, and started in a third time pronouncing the words in a defiantly clear tone.
“Thank you,” he remarked when she had finished. “For the life of me I can not see how you do it. But I like to hear it. It’s very interesting, very. Give me apple pie, please, and thank you very much.”
An elderly Bishop, a bachelor, who was very fastidious about his toilet, was especially fond of his bath, and requested particular care of his tub from the maid.
When about to leave town one day he gave strict orders to the housemaid about his “bawth-tub” and said that no one was to be allowed the use of it.
Alas! the temptation grew on the girl and she took a plunge.
The Bishop returned unexpectedly, and finding traces of the recent stolen bath, questioned the maid so closely that she had to confess she was the culprit, and was very sorry.