The new boarder sniffed at the contents of his coffee-cup and set it down.
"Well," queried the landlady in a peevish tone, "have you anything to say against the coffee?"
"Not a word," he answered. "I never speak ill of the absent."
An attendant entered carrying a thin red object.
"Did any patient order a postage stamp?"
"Maybe," said one feebly, "that's my mutton chop rare."
"Are caterpillars good to eat?" asked little Tommy at the dinner table.