A sununamire exiled his neigh-hour coming along the road with his Ashing tackle on his back.
"Catch anything, old boy?" he eagerly asked.
"Yes, two." said his neighbour—Dut in' surprisingly doleful tones.
Good!" said the" suburbanite, "What were they?"
"The seven-thirty there and the fvesfifteen back," came tne unhappy angler's reply. like the first, had always looked "so sweet." This was placed beside' the frst hi Time healed the second wound, and fa third wite was introduced 10 his household. She, too, was. inquisitive when she found the millinery, and asked questions, The husband ex: plained that the hats had belonged to her predecessors, and were kept as alright she repu, "but Inspiration Reraims were being carried out on the roof of the asylum by a local builder, who had asked for ani mate to assist him.
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