The Paris _Figaro_ reports a conversation between an optician and a
customer of an inquiring mind:
A near-sighted friend went to an optician the other day to change the
glasses of his spectacles, which had become too weak. He was given the
next number lower.
"After this number, what will I take?" he asked.
"These."
"And after that?"
"Those."
"And then?" asked the myope, with an anxious air.
"Then," said the dealer, "I think a small and sagacious dog, with a
string attached, will be about the thing."
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