Worried that they hadn't heard anything for days from the widow in the apartment next door, the mother said to her son,
"Bud, would you go next door and see how old Mrs. Pierpoint is?"
A few minutes later, Bud returned.
"Well, is she all right?" asked the mother.
"She's fine, but she's rather annoyed with you," remarked Bud.
"At me?" the mother exclaimed. "Whatever for?"
"Mrs. Pierpoint said it's none of your business how old she is ..."