An absent-minded man was interrupted as he was finishing a letter to his wife, in the office. As a result, the signature read:
Your loving husband,
HOPKINS BROS.
—Winifred C. Bristol.
Mrs. McKinley used to tell of a colored widow whose children she had helped educate. The widow, rather late in life, married again.
"How are you getting on?" Mrs. McKinley asked her a few months after her marriage.
"Fine, thank yo', ma'am," the bride answered.
"And is your husband a good provider?"
"'Deed he am a good providah, ma'am," was the enthusiastic reply. "Why, jes' dis las' week he got me five new places to wash at."