He—I'll go to-morrow and buy a diamond engagement ring.
She—Now, George, for the first time your talk has the true ring in it.
"I am told," said she, saucily, "that though you are a military man, you are afraid of powder."
"To prove that the assertion is calumnious," replied he, "I have only to do this."
Whereupon he lightly kissed her on the cheek, and his lips showed that he was not.
Mrs. Pendergast (in disgust)—You call these shades alike! Is there anything you can match?
Mr. Pendergast—Yes. Pennies.