“My dear fellow! It must have been a circus-horse!”
A young girl was taken to see a bull-fight for the first time, and one of the matadors was furiously attacked by a bull.
“Don’t be afraid, dear, don’t be afraid!” exclaimed her father, while the matador was flying through the air with the impetus of the beast’s horns.
“Oh, no, papa, it’s the bull-fighter who’ll be afraid.”
At a Station.
“A peseta for a cup of chocolate! It’s very dear. It would be better to lower the price, though it should be of an inferior quality.”
“To please you, señor, I will make it three reals, but I can’t make it of inferior quality.”