Glass Windows

“Now that we have got glass windows,” says Mr Boxe, “I suppose there is the question of who is to wash them.”

“Not it!” says Mr Foxe.

“Dammit,” says Mr Boxe.

“In any case,” says Mr Foxe, “those are your nose prints, not mine.”

“I thought I saw the postman,” says Mr Boxe. “I was terribly excited.”