"I ain't making fun of you. Can't help it. I was born this way."
The young lady, however, was not satisfied that the stranger was telling the truth, so, stepping to the door she called to her father, "Pa, there's a man down here making fun of me."
The father put in an appearance and demanded of the customer why he had made fun of his daughter.
"I didn't make fun of her."
"Yes you did," said the girl.
"I s-s-saw y-y-you," stammered the brother, from out the corner of his twisted face.
"I tell you I didn't. I was born this way. Can't talk any other."
"Well," said the old man, "you would make a good match and you ought to marry each other."
This proposition meeting with a favorable consideration, the two were made one.
The entire family went on the wedding tour, and one night they spent at a country inn where candles were used for purposes of illumination. Picking up a candle the groom attempted to blow it out, but he nearly exhausted himself in the effort without accomplishing his purpose. The bride came to his rescue and blew, and blew, and blew, but with no better result. Papa appearing upon the scene, said, "Let me have it. I'll show you how to do it," and he went to work with a noise that sounded like the exhaust of a high-pressure engine, but the candle stubbornly refused to go out. The mother, hearing the racket, then came upon the scene, and learning of their quandary, put the candle on her head and blew upward but the flame merely flickered as tho fanned by a gentle zephyr. Just then they saw the watchman passing by, so, in their extremity, they called him to their aid and he promptly blew out the candle because he had a straight mouth.