THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE EXPRESSED DIFFERENTLY.
She. "And you'll have to make a Speech after Dinner, won't you?"
He. "Oh—I shall Just have to talk a little Nonsense to them, you know!"
She. "Ah—And Nobody's better qualified to do that than Yourself!"
THE STOUT SINGER'S SMILE.
O buxom maiden, blithe and gay,
With movements light and airy,
Some five-and-twenty stone you weigh,
Fair, fat and forty fairy!