Crying doesn't suit my complexion; then, too, I've enough to be sad about already.
I live in the suburbs.
You see if a man lives in the city, his wife always wants to go to some show or other, and that costs money.
We have a fine lot of neighbors out our way, I can tell you. They're so friendly.
The other day the woman next door stepped in, as I was coming to New York, and wanted to know if I wouldn't stop at Cooper & Siegel's and get her goods for a dress. I promised I would.
When I got there, I found an old maid ahead of me.
The shop-girl had evidently taken down almost every roll of cloth in the place, but as each new one was unfolded, the old maid would say:
"No, no, I don't think that would do."
