"Where iss it that you go next veek?" asked Papa.
"Birmingham," said Al shortly.
At this moment Mama came in from the kitchen, and overheard.
"No, Allie," she said quickly, "it iss not the ham vat iss burning; it iss the eggs."
In the "George Washington, Jr.," Company there was a young lady who laid great stress on the refined atmosphere in which she had been brought up. Everything in her home had been just a little more refined than any one else had ever enjoyed. One day at the table the subject of coffee-drinking came up; some thought it harmful, others did not; finally Carter De Haven asked this young lady what she thought about it.
"Well," she said, in her precise way, "I don't think it hurts anybody. I know Papa always drank five and six saucersful every morning, and it never hurt him."