“It’s gone,” she sighed. “You see, I saved it and saved it, till it got so dirty that I just had to eat it.”
“Only fools are certain, Tommy; wise men hesitate.”
“Are you sure, uncle?”
“Yes, my boy; certain of it.”
“My rubber,” said Nat Goodwin, describing a Turkish bath that he once had in Mexico, “was a very strong man. He laid me on a slab and kneaded me and punched me and banged me in a most emphatic way. When it was over and I had gotten up, he came up behind me before my sheet was adjusted, and gave me three resounding slaps on the bare back with the palm of his enormous hand.
“‘What in blazes are you doing?’ I gasped, staggering.
“‘No offense, sir,’ said the man. ‘It was only to let the office know that I was ready for the next bather. You see, sir, the bell’s out of order in this room.’”