THE MAN AT THE DOOR—"Madame, I'm the piano-tuner."
THE WOMAN—"I didn't send for a piano-tuner."
THE MAN—"I know it, lady; the neighbors did."
It was a late hour when the hostess at the reception requested the eminent basso to sing.
"It is too late, madam," he protested. "I should disturb your neighbors."
"Not at all," declared the lady, beaming. "Besides, they poisoned our dog last week."