sinking into a chair.

"I did," said I. "I should box it, if I were you, brother.
Bottle it, if you prefer."

"Poor fool," said my brother-in-law. "For the trumpet notes, to
which it has just been your privilege to listen, there is a great
future. In short, my voice is futurist. The moment they hear
it, the few who have paid for their seats will realize what the
box-office will say when they demand the return of their money."

"And those who have not paid?" said I.

"Oh, they will understand why they were given tickets."

"Suppose you write that letter," said Daphne wearily.

I bent over the writing-block.

"You know," said Berry, " I don't think this bath's at all
necessary."

At this there was a great uproar. At length:

"Besides," said my sister, "we all decided that we must have
another bath ages ago. The only question there's ever been was
where to put it."

"Of course," said I. "If we don't, where are we going to dip the
sheep?"