“Oh, have you heard? Mrs. Blaunt died to-day while trying on a new dress.”
“How sad! What was it trimmed with?”
* * *
The son of the house had been reading of an escaped lunatic.
“How do they catch lunatics?” he asked.
The father, who had just paid a number of bills, waxed sarcastic:
“With enormous straw hats, with little bits of ones, with silks and laces and feathers and jewelry, and so on and so on.”
“I recall now,” the mother spoke up, “I used to wear things of that sort until I married you.”