Mrs. Moncaster:
How's your son, dearie?
Mrs. Whack:
He's doing splendid. Did I tell you he was a foreman in a pants factory?
Mrs. Moncaster:
No.
Mrs. Whack:
Yes. And the warden says he's the best prisoner he's ever had in the penitentiary.
Mrs. Moncaster:
I always knew that boy would amount to something.
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