"Meat."
"I saw a sign in a hardware store to-day 'Cast iron sinks.' As though everyone wasn't wise to that."
"How are you to-day?"
"Oh, I can't kick."
"Thought you were ill."
"I am—I have the gout."
"Let me see," said the minister, who was filling out the marriage certificate and had forgotten the date, "this is the fifth, is it not?"