A street-car was getting under way when two women, rushing from opposite sides of the street to greet each other, met right in the middle of the car-track and in front of the car. There the two stopped and began to talk. The car stopped, too, but the women did not appear to realize that it was there. Certain of the passengers, whose heads were immediately thrust out of the windows to ascertain what the trouble was, began to make sarcastic remarks, but the two women heeded them not.
Finally the motorman showed that he had a saving sense of humor. Leaning over the dash-board, he inquired, in the gentlest of tones:
"Pardon me, ladies, but shall I get you a couple of chairs?"
A—"I used a word in speaking to my wife which offended her sorely a week ago. She has not spoken a syllable to me since."
B—"Would you mind telling me what it was?"
In general those who have nothing to say Contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.—Lowell.
See also Wives.