We greeted him with enthusiasm--it was the local low comedian.

The piano tinkled saucily.

The self-confident man winked and opened wide his mouth.

It was a funny song; how we roared with laughter! The last line of each verse was the same: "And that's what it's like when you're married." "Before it was 'duckie,' and 'darling,' and 'dear.' Now it's 'Take your cold feet away, Brute! can't you hear ?' "Once they walked hand in hand: 'Me loves ickle 'oo.' Now he strides on ahead" (imitation with aid of umbrella much appreciated; the bald-headed man, in his enthusiasm and owing to the smallness of the platform, sweeping the lady accompanist off her stool), "bawling: 'Come along, do.'" The bald-headed man interspersed side-splitting patter.

The husband comes home late; the wife is waiting for him at the top of the stairs with a broom.