Laugh and the world laughs with you;
Sob and you sob alone.
A WAY OUT OF THE PRESENT UNREST.
"A penny for your thoughts," I said to Kathleen.
"I like that," said Kathleen indignantly. "A penny was the market value of my thoughts in 1914. Why should butter and cheese and reels of cotton go up more than double and my thoughts stay the same?"
"Twopence," I offered.
"I said more than double," she remarked coldly.
I plunged. "Sixpence," I said.