Dick: Is it! You talk like a cake of yeast.
Tom: Sure. You see I always rise when I talk. Ha, Ha!
Dick: What are you laughing at?
Tom: That joke. I thought of it so quick. It must be quick-rising yeast, are they?
Dick: Are they! There you go again.
Tom: Did you hear about it?
Dick: Hear about what?
Tom: My sister eloped yesterday.
Dick: Is that so?
Tom: Yes, a horse ran away with her.