"Mary," said Mrs. Robinson to her servant, "I believe you are in the family way!"
"Yes, marm; and so are you!"
"But, girl, you don't understand; I'm married, and have a father for my child."
"Yes, marm; and so have I."
"You don't understand; my husband is the father of my child."
"And so he is of mine, marm."
"For shame, you hussey; why my husband wouldn't touch you with a pair of tongs."
"No, marm; but he did with his little poker!"
Exit Mrs. Robinson for an explanation with the gay old deceiver.
A snob fitting on a pair of boots for a young lady On his knees and at it, put it in and pat it;
"Is it in?" says he;
"Oh, yes," says she,
"As nice as nice can be, and I like it."