“I was in an awkward predicament yesterday morning,” said a husband to another.
“How was that?”
“Why, I came home late, and my wife heard me and said, ‘John, what time is it?’ and I said, ‘Only twelve, my dear,’ and just then that cuckoo clock of ours sang out three times.”
“What did you do?”
“Why, I just had to stand there and cuckoo nine times more.”
