“Hello, Tom, old man, got your new flat fitted up yet?”
“Not quite,” answered the friend. “Say, do you know where I can buy a folding toothbrush?”
She hadn’t told her mother yet of their first quarrel, but she took refuge in a flood of tears.
“Before we were married you said you’d lay down your life for me,” she sobbed.
“I know it,” he returned solemnly; “but this confounded flat is so tiny that there’s no place to lay anything down.”
