AT THE OPERA.
First Patroness of Art. "But why come here if it bores you so?"
Second ditto. "My dear! One must occupy oneself somehow after dinner till it's time to go somewhere."
MEETING THE COUNTESS.
"Could you find time to meet the Countess of Aire?" inquired the Vicar's wife with her gracious smile, after we had chanced together at a corner of our village street. "At five o'clock," she added, "at the cross-roads."
"I shall be charmed," said I. "But what a funny meeting-place."
"It seems to me very natural," said the Vicar's wife.