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Show He Found the Key. "Oh, Clarence! Clarence!" cried little lit-tle wifey, just returning from her holiday. holi-day. "Come up quickly. We've had burglars ! There's not a thing in my wardrobe. All my dresses are gone." "Oh, that's all right," Clarence calmly calm-ly replied. "There's been no burglars here. It's really your fault." "My fault I How?" "Well, after I'd nearly starved for two days, you wrote and said that the key of the pantry was in the pocket of your crepe de chine, and " "Walking skirt, I said. Idiot I" "Well, I don't know the difference between a crepe de chine and a walking walk-ing skirt and I was hungry. So I took the whole bunch out into the gardeD and made a bonfire. Then I raked among the ashes and found the key!" Boston Globe. |