"Yes?" gasped the wife breathlessly.
"That she'd got a young man in her eye!" ended the husband, with a chuckle.
For a moment there was silence. Then the lady remarked, slowly:
"Well, it would all depend on what sort of a man it was. Some of them she could have seen through easily enough."
A little girl wrote the following composition on men:
"Men are what women marry. They drink and smoke and swear, but don't go to church. Perhaps if they wore bonnets they would. They are more logical than women, also more zoological. Both men and women sprang from monkeys, but the women sprang farther than the men."
Essay on Man
At ten, a child; at twenty, wild;