"Oh, Walter! look here, the morning paper says that in Yumyami, Africa, a wife may be bought for twenty yards of cotton cloth."
"Well," says I, "I guess a good wife is worth it."
Then she started on another tack.
"By the way, you know Charlie Benson, don't you?"
I admitted that I did.
"Well," says she, "of late he has become quite attentive. I really think he means to run away with me."
"I'd like to see him do it," says I.
"Why," says she, "here's an account of a very intrepid photographer, who took a picture of a wildcat, just as it was about to spring at him."
"That's nothing," says I. "Jimmy Peck has a snap shot of his wife coming at him with a kettle of boiling water."
