Fogg complains that he got nothing by complaining to his landlord. It was like putting a new piece of cloth into an old garment. The rent was made worse.— Boston Transcript.
"John, did Mrs. Green get the medicine I ordered?" said the doctor to his hired man. "I guess so; for I saw crape on the door this morning."
"Do you suppose I am going to trouble my brain about your affairs?" asked Johnson. "I expect you to trouble nothing," was the rather ambiguous reply.
