Why, even his father was easier to manage." "Benis," I said, "considers himself very like his father." "Does he ?" retorted your dear Aunt with withering scorn.

"He is just as much like his father as a lemon is like a lobster." This ended our conversation.

But the effect of it is still with me.
Last night I dreamed of lemons and today I prescribed lobster for a man with acute dyspepsia.

I tell you what, you old shirker, it's up to you to come home and bear your own Aunt.

I'm through.