"Mercy!" interrupted her husband; "is that so? I had hoped that your mind, at least, was your own!"
Customer: "You have a sign in your window, 'A suit of clothes made while you wait.' Do you really do that?"
Tailor: "Yes, sir. You leave your order, with a deposit, and then go home and wait till the garments are finished."
"Mother, may I go out to wheel?"
"Yes, my darling daughter;
I suppose, of course, you won't wear skirts,
Although I think you oughter."
Lady—What! You here again? I don't believe you have done a thing all Summer.
Tramp—You do me an injustice, mum. I jist finished doin' thirty days.