"Is there anything about these feathers that might bring me into trouble with the Bird Protection Society?"
"Oh, no, madam," said the milliner.
"But did they not belong to some bird?" persisted the lady.
"Well, madam," returned the milliner, pleasantly, "these feathers are the feathers of a howl; and the howl, you know, madam, seein' as 'ow fond he is of mice, is more of a cat than a bird."
WORDS FAILED HER
The budding authoress had purchased a typewriter, and one morning the agent called and asked:
"How do you like your new typewriter, madam?"
"It's wonderful!" was the enthusiastic reply. "I wonder how I ever done my writing without it."
"Would you mind," asked the agent, "giving me a little testimonial to that effect?"
"Certainly not," she responded. "I'll do it gladly."