"When the old man is shaking down the furnace, carrying out the ashes, feeding the cat and six kittens, and making the beds," remarked the observer of events and things, "of course he is too busy to hear his daughter in the parlor, singing: 'Everybody Works but Father.'"
"I assured her I could support her in the style she was accustomed to."
"Well?"
"She said she was looking for something better than that."
"Do you believe in transmigration of souls?"
"Well," answered the man who never admits that he doesn't know everything, "I wouldn't recommend it as a regular practice."
"After all, you know," said Mr. Oldbeau, "a man is only as old as he feels"——