Availing herself of her ecclesiastical privileges, the clergyman's wife asked questions which, coming from anybody else, would have been thought impertinent.
I presume you carry a memento of some kind in that locket you wear? she said.
Yes, ma'am, said the parishioner. "It is a lock of my husband's hair."
But your husband is still alive! the lady exclaimed.
Yes, ma'am, but his hair is gone.