MrsPerfesser and her friend were fussing about their husbands
over
sweet tea one day. "I do wish my Jud would stop biting his
nails,"
said MrsPerfesser's friend. "It makes me terribly nervous!"
"Well, the old perfesser had started into doing that a while
ago,"
MrsPerfesser commented, "but I broke him of that habit real
quick."
"What did you do?"
"I hid his teeth."
