"Why, the clergyman of course."
The ladies—bless 'em—it beats all!
When they are young and squallers,
Their hearts are sets upon the doll—
When grown, upon the dollars.
"Well, darling, what was the text?"
"I'm not quite sure, papa, but it sounded like, 'Many are Cold, but Few are Frozen.'"
"Charley, dear," said young Mrs. Jones, "I have such a bargain!"
"Indeed?"
"Yes; you told me that blue poker chips were worth a dollar apiece, and I got a whole lot of them for seventy-five cents at a sale."