Things one would rather have put Differently.—Mr. Bumblepup. "I must apologise for coming in ordinary evening dress." Hostess. "Well, you really have the advantage of us. We're all looking more foolish than usual, and you're not."
Mr. Boreham (in the thick of a long and pointless story). "Well, as I was saying, I happened to be in the City the other day, and, as I was walking down Cheapside, whom should I meet but my old friend, Stodgeley, whom I haven't seen for fifteen years. Well, what do you think he did? He stopped dead when he saw me, slapped me on the shoulder, and said, 'Surely this must be my dear old friend, Boreham?'" She (with difficulty keeping awake). "Yes?—and was it?"
