"You can be happy without any help from me," she chirped, and flew away.
HASH
The literary boarder fastened his eyes upon the hash.
"Kindly pass the Review of Reviews," he said.
They had hash on Monday for dinner, after a roast of beef on Sunday, as happens in all well-regulated families. Father had said grace, when Bobbie said:
"I don't see why you asked another blessing this evening, father. You did it yesterday over this. It's the same old stuff."
SHE (thoughtfully)—"Did you ever think much about reincarnation, dear?"