Worried because they hadn’t heard

anything for days from the widow in the neighboring apartment, Mrs. Silver

said to her son, “Timmy, would you go next door and see how old Mrs.

Kirkland is?”

A few minutes later, Timmy
returned.

“Well,” asked Mrs. Silver, “is she all right?”

“She’s fine, except
that she’s angrywith you.”

“With me?” the woman exclaimed.
“Whatever for?”

“She said ‘It’s none of your business how old she
is,'” snickered
Timmy.