THE DIFFERENCE.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 3176, 2 September 1881, Page 4

THE DIFFERENCE.

c I feel t,o-m'ght,' said a West Taieri lady, who was always at a loss for a word, at a musical party the other evening—' I feel tonight like a—like a—like a—. Dearine how Btupid I am ! Like a—' ' A morning star,' suggested the husband. ' No, dear; like a—. What are those bird 3 that sing after dark ?' ' Mosquitoes.' ' What, nonsense you do talk ! Of course not. Well, now, how very annoying!' ' Bats.' ' Rubbish I Dear me, it's extremely annoying ! What is it I feel like ? I know what it is just as well as anything. Those birds that never sing except at night time.' { Laughing jaekassps.' The latter suggestion of her husband was rejected with acorn, and she remarked that it was of no consequence—she would probably think of it by-and-by. About two o'clock the following morning, Fred was dreaming that he was on the top of Maungatua, when it expbdod, and he was blown clear into the middle of a Sandwich Island barbecue. Just as the odour of roasted missionary greeted his nostrils, he was awakened by his wife. 'IrredlFred!' ' What's the matter now ?' ' I've got it.' * What ?—the colic ?' ' No, pet; it's the nightingales.' ' Where do you feel them, pet ?' e O, you stupid! I've got the word I couldn't think of to-night. I feel like a nightingale.' ' I'm blessed if I do.' And he turned over and went to sleep. —■ ltered from the original by R. B. Woodside,