"This is an unfortunate affair." "What's the matter with my hair ?" indignantly asked the widow, as she caressed her corkscrew curls.

"You are getting very personal, sir." "Ho! ho!" laughed Scotch, guardedly.

"Now you are getting it, Jenks!" "You make me tired!" "Go have your voice filed, so you won't be an old woman." "Who be you callin' an old woman ?" cried Nancy, catching the words with wonderful quickness.

"I must say your language is most surprisin' and offensive, sir." "Excuse me," roared Scotch.

"I was speaking to Mr.Jenks." "But he isn't a woman," said Nancy, suspiciously.