"Yes, I am," said the new one. "Aren't you?"
"No, I'm from a woman," said the second. "I'll admit your beginning's rather good. But how do you end?"
"I end with 'A million kisses,'" said the new one.
"Ah, I've got you there!" said the second. "I end with 'For ever and ever yours.'"
"That's not bad," said the second, "but my ending is pretty good in its way. I end like this, 'To-morrow will be Heaven once more, for then we meet again.'"
"Oh, do stop all this love talk!" said the gruff letter, when I was conscious of a hand on my arm and a lantern in my face.
"Here," said the authoritative tones of the law, "I think you've been leaning against this pillar-box long enough. If you can't walk I'll help you home."
Thus does metallic prose invade the delicate realms of supernature.
"Captain Amilcar Magalhaes, chief of the Brazilian Mission, accompanying Mr. Roosevelt, says the ex-President has discovered a tribe of savages named Panhates. The total bag collected on the expedition amounts to about 2,000 specimens.—Reuter."
Sussex Daily News.