She—They say the eyes are the windows of the soul, I believe.
He—Yes; and when a man goes into a drug store and shuts a window quickly, the clerk knows just about what the poor soul wants.
Boy (with new gun)—"Pa, has a cat got nine lives?"
Papa (donor of gun)—"Yes, so we are told. Why do you ask?"
Boy—"Well, then, Mr. Brown's tabby's got eight coming to her."
"What became of that girl you made love to in the hammock?"
"We fell out."