"But, surely," said Henry's mamma, "you do not think that I am fifty years of age?—you are mistaken by twenty years."
Mrs. Smith. O! my dear madam, you must excuse my husband. Whenever he is a little angry with me, he tells me that I am getting old. But I am so used to it that I never mind it.
Mr. Smith. Well, my dear; leave me, if you please, to speak for myself. I am not a man
