There are, I grant you, other ways of expressing one's complete mastery of the art of yawning, such as a prolonged but audible sigh, or a sort of muffled howl, or even a series of blissful little shrieks peculiar to the feminine of the species,--any one of these, I admit, is a trifle more elegant and up-to-date, but they all lack the splendid resonance,--you might even say grandiloquence,--of the old-fashioned 'hi-ho-hum!' to which I am addicted.

Now, if you will consider--" "My God!" exclaimed the banker, with a positively venomous emphasis on the name of the Deity.

"Who wants to know anything about yawns ?" Mr.Fitts looked hurt.

"I am sorry.

My mistake.