C. (11 a.m.). "I am going to have lots of fights with the bicycle Santa Claus gave me."
T. "What's wrong about it?"
C. "Oh, I'll have to give it a blowing up every now and then."
T. (12 m., in a whisper). "Cod, that turkey looks fine, doesn't it? Ain't you afraid that when he goes to the next world he'll haunt you?"
C. "No. Turkeys have their necks twirled in this."
C. (1 p.m.). "Say, Tod, this plum-pudding reminds me of a river with a dam in it."
T. "Why?"
C. "Oh, because the currants are all stemmed."