Charley.—"Yes, Papa, I love her dearly!"
Papa.—"How much do you love her, Charley? Do you love her as much as Pudding?"
Charley.—"O yes, Papa! and a great deal better than Pudding. But—(pausing to reflect)—I do not love her—so much as—Jelly!"
Wife of his Bosom.—"Upon my word, Mr. Peewitt! Is This the Way You Fill Up Your Census Paper? So you call Yourself the 'Head of the Family'—do You—and me a 'Female?'"
First Frenchman.—"Mon Dieu, Alphonse! Look there! What do you call that Machine?"
Second Frenchman.—"I see! it's a very droll affair, but I don't know what it is."