John looked up from his paper.
"Ah!" he sighed loudly, "how the world progresses."
There was silence. John sighed again.
"How the world progresses," he said a shade louder.
Cecilia and I continued reading.
"Can't _anyone_ ask a question?" asked John peevishly.
"Where do the flies go in the winter-time?" murmured Cecilia without
looking up.