“Yes, indeed. She talks about it.”
“What does she say?”
“Why, she says that she wishes I could go.”
CHANCE FOR SOME INVENTOR
He—“Why so pensive, my dear? What are you thinking about?”
She—“I was thinking that if all the yarns husbands give their wives could be knit up, what a lot of socks and mittens there’d be for the brave soldiers.”
IN “ZEPPELIN” TIMES
“I can’t understand it. A month ago you cut her dead, and now you can’t make too much fuss over her.”
“My dear, it’s quite simple. She has the biggest cellar in the district.”—London Opinion.