Mrs. Golightly. "How wonderful! Ah, I Wish my Husband was A Millionaire!"
AWFUL RESULT OF THE COAL FAMINE.
(Upon an Ordinarily Innocent and Non-punning Fire-worshipper).
Oh! what a period! Strikes might puzzle Solon!
I love, in winter—having shut up shop—
My snug back-parlour fire to semi-colon,
Now there's no colon, fuel's at a full-stop!
I have burned coke, wood, turf, aye, even slate,
But to no fire myself cannot a-comma-date!