Late at night, at the house of Fitzhardinges:
J: Guess what I’ve got?
R: A baby?
J: And she’s asleep.
R: Guess what I’ve got?
J: I don’t know. What have you got?
R: A half-knitted scarf.
J: And a ball of wool.
Pause.
J: It doesn’t get any better than this.
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