But there is a man in my office, a Mr. H., who proses it away from morning to night, …
B.
Surely, humor is the saving grace of us, for without it we should die of vexation.
C.
It would be worse than beating an anvil with a sledge-hammer.
D.
It is not so with me, to whom sleep is a coy mistress, much given to a teasing inconsistency and for ever demanding to be wooed – “lest too light winning make the prize light.”