A funny man is a man who is a dark horse: who is neither friendly nor
antagonistic; who is witty; who is preoccupied; who is whimsical or
erratic--funny qualities, unsafe qualities.
No Sister could like a funny man.
In our ward there are three sorts of men: "Nothing much," "nice boys,"
and Mr. Wicks.
The last looms even to the mind of the Sister as a Biblical figure, a
pillar of salt, a witness to God's wrath.
The Sister is a past-mistress of such phrases as "Indeed!" "That is a
matter of opinion," "We shall see..." "It is possible."
I have discovered a new and (for me) charming game which I play with my
Sister. It is the game of telling the truth about the contents of my
mind when asked.
Yesterday Sister was trying to get some coal out of the coal-bin with a
shovel that turned round and round on its handle; she was unsuccessful.