"It says here that lightning never strikes twice in the same place. I wonder why?"
"Any fool knows that," says I. "When the lightning comes again the place isn't there to strike."
"Say," says she, "I heard that you spoke to that ugly Mrs. De Fashion yesterday."
"Yes," I assented.
"She had a new hat on; did you notice what it was like?" says she.
"Well," says I, "it had a cowcatcher front, a battered-down funnel, a tailboard behind, a flower garden on top, and a job lot of ribbons streaming down in back. You can easily make one like it."
She soon got tired of trying to cheer me up and quit in disgust. It's a pretty hard job to cheer me up when I'm down-hearted.
Just then the bell rang, and the maid announced the doctor. He came in looking like a big sunflower.