It seemed that a
gentleman-tabby had been trying to make a match between his
nephew and his ward. The ward arted. Personally I think it
was by tonsorial art. But, anyway, the uncle knew that nothing
brings people together so well as hating the same person. You know,
like hating the cousin, when you're a kiddy, hating the cousin
that always keeps her nails clean?"
"Yes! That's _so!_"
"So he turned nasty, and of course the nephew and ward clinched
till death did them part--which, I'm very sorry to have to tell
you, death wasn't decent enough to do on the stage. If the play
could only have ended with everybody's funeral I should have
called it a real happy ending."
Mr. Wrenn laughed gratefully, though uncertainly. He knew that she
had made jokes for him, but he didn't exactly know what they were.
"The imaginative butler, he was rather good. But the rest--Ugh!"
"That must have been a funny play," he said, politely.
She looked at him sidewise and confided, "Will you do me a favor?"
"Oh yes, I--"
"Ever been married?"
He was frightfully startled.
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