“No,” remarked a determined lady to an indignant cabman who had received his legal fare, “you can not cheat me, my man. I haven’t ridden in cabs for the last twenty-five years for nothing.”
“Haven’t you, mum?” replied the cabman, bitterly, gathering up the reins. “Well, you’ve done your best!”
On the mighty deep.
The great ocean liner rolled and pitched.
“Henry,” faltered the young bride, “do you still love me?”
“More than ever, darling!” was Henry’s fervent answer.
Then there was eloquent silence.
“Henry,” she gasped, turning her pale, ghastly face away. “I thought that would make me feel better, but it doesn’t!”